Ahhh....
Eight hours working on the roof the last two days, and I think I've done about all I can do w/o building an entirely new roof, and I'm exhausted! I had to push through the pain yesterday to go fishing, but I couldn't waste a sunny 75 degree day this early in the season. It's always odd to be out in temps like that, and still see large piles of snow melting.
My regular guy that runs the sporting goods store here in town hadn't opened shop yet, but I saw him taking the trash out, and thought I'd check. I got a ticket for fishing w/o a license behind "The Shoe" (OSU football stadium) back in the 70's, and I NEVER want to go through that again!
Steve didn't have any live bait in yet, so that's why he hadn't opened. He's a wiry southern guy a little older than I, so we stood out front and talked. He had quit selling fishing licenses because the State of Ohio tried to double charge him last year. All sorts of folks drove by that knew him or I and waved. Everyone was in such a good mood do to the good weather (and I've never seen so many people buying 12 packs of beer in one day!), and my mood lifted from the downer drama here on LJ.
Steve directed me to another place in town that was selling fishing licenses, and after the uber-attractive cashier flirted with me a bit over our German last names (of course she's married, dammit), I started my old Blazer's engine, and a guy checking his oil, lifted his head from under his car hood in the lot, and looked at me with a start, and then grinned ear-to-ear. I laughed, and teased him by asking him if he thought my engine sounded noisy enough. He said yes, and the sound scared him because he thought it was his engine. I said my old truck had been sounding like a washing machine for the last 3 years, and he stated that he had a vehicle like that once that had a design flaw, but it kept running for years sounding like mine. I said that I pretended that I just had a noisy diesel engine, and that got a good laugh out of him and his daughter. More happy people!
The water had been way up and was still resembled chocolate milk do to the the flooding rains, and snow melt of the last month. The water was cold as ice, but flowing. I got two good bites, and saw the flash of the steel gray belly of a small mouth bass, so that made me happy. I was the only human on the entire lake, so I used the silence to practice "presence...being there in the moment, and getting closer to my source".
As soon as the sun set, it got very cold, very fast, and my over-exerted muscles of the last two days brought a sudden onset of pain. I did have a centered moment, and realized that a few women that I've cut from my friends list recently were behind all this drama, trying to get back at me with scornful vindictiveness, and I realized how silly all this was, and rather than wasting any more of my precious time, I've decided to be happy, rather than to be right. Nothing like a meditative trip into nature to make all right with the world again!
Namaste
My regular guy that runs the sporting goods store here in town hadn't opened shop yet, but I saw him taking the trash out, and thought I'd check. I got a ticket for fishing w/o a license behind "The Shoe" (OSU football stadium) back in the 70's, and I NEVER want to go through that again!
Steve didn't have any live bait in yet, so that's why he hadn't opened. He's a wiry southern guy a little older than I, so we stood out front and talked. He had quit selling fishing licenses because the State of Ohio tried to double charge him last year. All sorts of folks drove by that knew him or I and waved. Everyone was in such a good mood do to the good weather (and I've never seen so many people buying 12 packs of beer in one day!), and my mood lifted from the downer drama here on LJ.
Steve directed me to another place in town that was selling fishing licenses, and after the uber-attractive cashier flirted with me a bit over our German last names (of course she's married, dammit), I started my old Blazer's engine, and a guy checking his oil, lifted his head from under his car hood in the lot, and looked at me with a start, and then grinned ear-to-ear. I laughed, and teased him by asking him if he thought my engine sounded noisy enough. He said yes, and the sound scared him because he thought it was his engine. I said my old truck had been sounding like a washing machine for the last 3 years, and he stated that he had a vehicle like that once that had a design flaw, but it kept running for years sounding like mine. I said that I pretended that I just had a noisy diesel engine, and that got a good laugh out of him and his daughter. More happy people!
The water had been way up and was still resembled chocolate milk do to the the flooding rains, and snow melt of the last month. The water was cold as ice, but flowing. I got two good bites, and saw the flash of the steel gray belly of a small mouth bass, so that made me happy. I was the only human on the entire lake, so I used the silence to practice "presence...being there in the moment, and getting closer to my source".
As soon as the sun set, it got very cold, very fast, and my over-exerted muscles of the last two days brought a sudden onset of pain. I did have a centered moment, and realized that a few women that I've cut from my friends list recently were behind all this drama, trying to get back at me with scornful vindictiveness, and I realized how silly all this was, and rather than wasting any more of my precious time, I've decided to be happy, rather than to be right. Nothing like a meditative trip into nature to make all right with the world again!
Namaste