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It's been a war of nerves across the board lately and my heart continually pumps a beat of sabotage. Nothing too serious, at least in my eyes. We boarded the plane late and had to situate ourselves comfortably over an already sleeping passenger, which is no easy task when it comes to that person's comfort since we both have a tendency to be obnoxious and easily bored on long flights. We watched Talented Mr. Ripley on the portable dvd player and I couldn't help myself from rewinding the boat scene a few times. I think that pain was eased in his mind when I decided to double-feature it with Kyle's copy of Lake Placid. The fairweather fellow seated beside us wasn't amused, but lucky for us there was an open seat in the cabin for him to move to.
Normally I despise the morning but when I'm home it's my favorite time of day. We woke up extra early to drive out and get to Lake of the Woods for a decent catch. It's coming to a point where the ice is just beginning to form and solidify. The game gets more and more difficult as you're not in free water and not in solid water either. I'm never one to turn down a decent challenge, but it's sad to say we came home emptyhanded. It was nice, though, being all bundled up in the middle of the lake, just the two of us. The whole trip came about mid-argument and it's amazing what kind of things can be the indirect result of jealousy, anger, fury. What was once a shouting match was now a kissing game a thousand miles away from where it started.
We ended up getting a freshly refurbished cabin at Border View for the night, something that easily fed into every pornographic fantasy had after a seven day dry spell. When morning came he was all prettied up and off to Hollywood, back to a project he'd left stalled just because I asked. I enjoyed another morning being a shut-in and making up time with every piece of my life I'd lost sight of internally along the way. I made my way back to Winona in the early evening, right as the sun was beginning to fade lower and lower on the horizon. Kyle was there at the house waiting for me with dinner and a hundred stories from New York City, so we sat happily on the back porch just eating and laughing and catching up. It felt nice to be home again. Figuratively and actually.
Normally I despise the morning but when I'm home it's my favorite time of day. We woke up extra early to drive out and get to Lake of the Woods for a decent catch. It's coming to a point where the ice is just beginning to form and solidify. The game gets more and more difficult as you're not in free water and not in solid water either. I'm never one to turn down a decent challenge, but it's sad to say we came home emptyhanded. It was nice, though, being all bundled up in the middle of the lake, just the two of us. The whole trip came about mid-argument and it's amazing what kind of things can be the indirect result of jealousy, anger, fury. What was once a shouting match was now a kissing game a thousand miles away from where it started.
We ended up getting a freshly refurbished cabin at Border View for the night, something that easily fed into every pornographic fantasy had after a seven day dry spell. When morning came he was all prettied up and off to Hollywood, back to a project he'd left stalled just because I asked. I enjoyed another morning being a shut-in and making up time with every piece of my life I'd lost sight of internally along the way. I made my way back to Winona in the early evening, right as the sun was beginning to fade lower and lower on the horizon. Kyle was there at the house waiting for me with dinner and a hundred stories from New York City, so we sat happily on the back porch just eating and laughing and catching up. It felt nice to be home again. Figuratively and actually.