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 Aaron had been reminding me for days that Sunday is swimming, but now that we were here, he was grumpy and didn't want to go.

I decided to have a cold coffee out of the cooler.  Two days ago I decided to make three jars of the moon brew coffee (I just like calling it that), then put two jars in the cooler for subsequent days.

I think I over brewed this batch because it was not good.  Or it doesn't keep in an ice-less cooler.

The cooler was full of water, though, so it did keep things at a temp lower than outside of it.

Duchess doesn't like it either.

Later Ange, a friend from high school showed up.  Aaron likes her.  I can generally count the number of people who Aaron will directly speak to on two hands with some fingers left over, but he was chatting and telling her so many stories.

He told her about his friend Alan telling him not to let the mosquitos have all his blood, about volcanos, about his cat.

He mostly listened to us chatter though.

We made a campfire because Ange brought us pie irons.  I made us grilled cheeses and grilled ham and cheese.  I may have burned a few getting used to cooking with a pie iron.

Joey even came out for a bit, before he got overwhelmed and had to retreat.

Ange brought us a lot of fruit, too, and cheese for Aaron and pickles for Joe.  Our cooler is full.  She replenished our ice and firewood.

And she brought me special made lotion for my sunburns.

AND I got some instant Cafe Bustelo, which made up for my sad coffee earlier.
We were very spoiled.

As it got dark, we rekindled the fire and made smores.    Aaron was blissed out.

Ange got to see the cats get a visitor.

Finally I noticed my speech was starting to slur the barest bit.  That's usually my sign that the energy is over and I need to lay down.  So we said goodbye to my lovely old friend, and Aaron and I went inside.

Where someones were hogging my cot PER USUAL.