As I type this, I have exactly thirty minutes. Until what, you ask? Until tomorrow.
I promised Questing Parson today -- we had lunch -- that I would post this evening. The clock is ticking. I believe my exact words to him were "I'll blog before tomorrow if it kills me."
To be fair, I had intended to blog on the Fourth of July. However, there was no internet access whatsoever where I spent the weekend. That's my excuse. And I'm sticking to it.
It was nice, though, to spend the weekend relaxing.
For the first time in my life, I actually caught fish when I went fishing. It was brilliantly wonderful. I caught five (or six, depending on certain variables) in the course of two hours. And I did it all with a fly-rod. Granted, my dad was steering the canoe. But casting and reeling in the rod was all me. Once you set aside the fact that I didn't unhook the fish myself, I was a veritable fly-fisherwoman.
I get why people fish. I can understand the appeal of hanging a "Gone Fishing" sign on the door and spending the day with a fly-rod in hand.
It's a shame people don't do that anymore. It's a shame people don't take an hour or two for lunch instead of scarfing down a sandwich at a desk. (Granted, it's a shame that not everyone could feasibly have the luxury of having a job to take a break from.)
Come fall, it'll be easy to get stuck in the grind of classes, work, etc.
I'll have to remember to hang the "Gone Fishing" sign every once in a while. Just like I'll have to remember to blog. :)