Welcome to the new year.
Ho-hum.
New Year’s day, in the afternoon, I was standing by the lake, feeding the fish. I ate some black-eyed peas for luck. I caught four fish, three different species, at least. The biggest was the first, a little runt of a bass, but for January First? Portends good luck, as far as I’m concerned.
One of my neighbors was hanging around while I was fishing, late in the afternoon, “Hey, let me see that picture of the fish you caught – I didn’t have my glasses on before.”
He’d just been skinny dipping in the lake. (I told you I lived in a trailer park – what did you expect?)
“Hey, hey, it’s almost two boards long, just think, catch enough like that? You’d have a fish feast.”
I’m not one for turning a couple of fish and few loaves of bread into a feast of any kind. Not my style (nor any ability that I have – although – I do live like a monk).
He was a pretty tiny bass. Almost embarrassingly small. Really shouldn’t have a picture, but my covenant with the fishes? Free ride and a picture on the internet. Catch and release. Besides, I like the long-term view, I hope that the fish grows up, remembers me, and we get to play again.
And now it’s off to work.
