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D.E.M.O.L.I.T.I.O.N.!
We mised the goddamn party boat tonight. They changed their schedule and left at 3pm instead of 6.30pm since the stripers aren't biting anymore at night (is anybody getting tired of me talking about fish yet? I talk about it this much in real life at work too... ) so with the 3-9pm schedule they can go out for flukes and weakfish, I hear. Not that I know anything, of course, I'm just a beginner.
But do you know how much that blows? As is, getting out of work on Fridays is hard enough. I leave around 12pm and I get the "hmm" look sometimes. I mean, really, working half day... Hmm. By the time I get my stuff together, leave for Jersey, I get there around 2.30pm, then we have to pck the stuff into the car and get down the Jersey coast in an hour (slight traffic and it's 2 hours), and we barely have enogh time to secure a great spot on the boat (I know, picky about spots..) and the boat is off at 6.30pm.
And now it's 3pm!??! Argh. I'm maing sure my fall schedule doesn't have late clases on Friday because I am fishing through the fall season. Bet your horses on that.
I've been thinking about why I love fishing so much, and it's hard to cme up with an answer. I like the boat, I like the mates, I grew up by the sea, so I love the ocean air. It's easier on my lungs-- I find New York air to be stifling and terrible on my allergies. I like watching the waves, I like being away from the cacophony of a metropolitan city. I like time to think, quiet serene silence, I like staring at the tip of my fishing rod, concentrating and thinking of what is going on down there in the waters. I like standing in the seabreeze, I like being out with him, I like getting a bite, I love trying to reel in, I like feeling accomplished, I like the surprise when I feel a tug. I like the company of the regulars on the boat and I like watching the confused tanglers. I don't know if fishing would be the same without him, without the boat, without great guidance, without the sea (e.g. fishing from the shore? Hmm.. don't think that'd cut it for me), but whatever it is, I really enjoy fishing.
So instead of doing that tonight as we always do on Fridays, we decided to demolish the basement. :) Oh, what a great way to vent anger. Grab a hammer, smash up the panels on the ceiling, pull everything down, causing a massive mess of dust everywehre. I've gotten outfitted in those carpenter pants where you can hook the hammer on, Dardy (in tan.. *winks*) with thick boots and gloves too, all for DEMOLITION! Woohoo!!
But do you know how much that blows? As is, getting out of work on Fridays is hard enough. I leave around 12pm and I get the "hmm" look sometimes. I mean, really, working half day... Hmm. By the time I get my stuff together, leave for Jersey, I get there around 2.30pm, then we have to pck the stuff into the car and get down the Jersey coast in an hour (slight traffic and it's 2 hours), and we barely have enogh time to secure a great spot on the boat (I know, picky about spots..) and the boat is off at 6.30pm.
And now it's 3pm!??! Argh. I'm maing sure my fall schedule doesn't have late clases on Friday because I am fishing through the fall season. Bet your horses on that.
I've been thinking about why I love fishing so much, and it's hard to cme up with an answer. I like the boat, I like the mates, I grew up by the sea, so I love the ocean air. It's easier on my lungs-- I find New York air to be stifling and terrible on my allergies. I like watching the waves, I like being away from the cacophony of a metropolitan city. I like time to think, quiet serene silence, I like staring at the tip of my fishing rod, concentrating and thinking of what is going on down there in the waters. I like standing in the seabreeze, I like being out with him, I like getting a bite, I love trying to reel in, I like feeling accomplished, I like the surprise when I feel a tug. I like the company of the regulars on the boat and I like watching the confused tanglers. I don't know if fishing would be the same without him, without the boat, without great guidance, without the sea (e.g. fishing from the shore? Hmm.. don't think that'd cut it for me), but whatever it is, I really enjoy fishing.
So instead of doing that tonight as we always do on Fridays, we decided to demolish the basement. :) Oh, what a great way to vent anger. Grab a hammer, smash up the panels on the ceiling, pull everything down, causing a massive mess of dust everywehre. I've gotten outfitted in those carpenter pants where you can hook the hammer on, Dardy (in tan.. *winks*) with thick boots and gloves too, all for DEMOLITION! Woohoo!!
tan carpenter pants?!
(Anonymous) 2001-07-09 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)and by the way, hammer loops are SO SEXY.
*drool*
:)
-dardy
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plus-- along the lines of censorship-- dont' read it if you don't want to.
clare