But first, a word about walking: the new backpack?
What was I thinking?
I agreed to haul a friend out to get her teeth worked on, and since she was going to be “doped up real good” when she got out, she needed someone to drive her. It’s just that it interfered with some morning fishing here in the pond, which, in fact, garnered me one fish before breakfast. Not very big, but a break of sorts.
After the oral surgery, when I scooted back in her car, to pick her up, she was having a little trouble navigating the sidewalk. However, once in the car, she was telling me that she was fine to drive herself home. She then dribbled water down her front. “Mouth’s still numb, that’s all,” giggle.
(No, I didn’t let her drive despite her solid affirmations that she was fine to drive. “I can drive, I just can’t walk.” Sure.)
While I was sitting in the waiting room, I was reading The Illiad, and I came across one line I rather enjoyed, Nestor, rallying the troops, “…but the gods won’t give us all our gifts at once.” (Book IV, line 369)
Off to the lake:
And dreams of “big fish,” although to be honest, this one lake isn’t noted for big fish; however, there is wonderful nature scenery everywhere. Fishing with the “Osprey,” too.
Cherchez le poisson:
What’s a Friday without fishing? So that’s two, but the first guy was too small to be worth a picture, besides, that was before breakfast. But I did get this guy, just in time for happy hour:
