Fishing and catching were both good this morning however, try as I might I still ended up one shy of a basket. (A basket being one limit of fifteen.) Surly I can catch one more! Of course that's what I was saying for the last forty minutes I spent on the dock.
No big deals planed for the day in my head but..............Who knows what danger lurks in the head of a woman? I think sometimes Glenda just tries her darnest to figure out a chore that she's pretty sure is the very most absolute last thing that I would want to do that day. At least it seems to work out that way. I guess it could be something as simple as a possibility that I absolutely don't want to do anything that day. It usually works out anyway so no sweat...........Doing the chore there is usually a lot of sweat, I just mean there is no need me sweating about the possibility of the rotten little chore.
Even with rain off and on most of the day yesterday I got a new fish basket made and replaced the old wire one, cleaned eleven fish, Mowed the lawn, blew the decks off, blew the road off down to the first curve and went to the dock to fish twenty times. It's down fourteen steps and about twenty five feet to the dock then back and forth across it fishing each time is at least another 350 feet. Figure that out! Let me figure it for you. Just the fishing alone covers a little more than a mile! No wonder I'm so tired at night.
Too tired to go on with this, now that I'm thinking about it!
The entire sum of existence is the magic of being needed by just one other person."~-Vi Putnam
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