THIS WEEK AND MUSINGS
This was a fun week. Work was good, except I had to write the knucklehead up for missing yet another day. He had to take his girlfriend in for a pregnancy test, (I guess they never heard of EPT) so he calls off for the whole day. The appointment was for 9:00 in the morning and he called off for the WHOLE day. I was more than a little pissed about that. Everything else went good though, so I can’t complain too much.
My daughter caught her first fish this week. We took her to a little pond that only allows kids to fish. I thought she would be scared of the meal worms, the fish, and the water. She wasn’t. After I baited her hook and tossed it out, she was so impatient that she immediately jerked the line back out of the water. After a couple of times of this happening she let it stay out for a minute, and within a couple of seconds, the bobber went under. I pulled up on the rod for her and then she reeled in a nice little 8 inch bluegill. She was hopping up and down with excitement. I took the hook out and tossed the fish back in, and she started yelling for me to do it again. A kid after my own heart. She caught three altogether, then wanted to go play on the swings.
It brought back memories of catching my first fish. I was 4 years old. (My daughter, who I affectionately call La Nina, is not quite 3, so she has me beat.) My dad took me fishing on the Arkansas River just east of Salida, CO. I had just learned how to cast a line, and wasn’t very good, but my dad kept encouraging me. I finally got a good cast out, and as I was reeling the lure back in, I felt a tug. Without thinking, I pulled back as hard as I could, and the fish went flying over my head and landed in the middle of a bunch of scrub oak behind me. My dad said I was so excited that I all I could do was make “oh-oh-oh” noises like a monkey. He was laughing so hard he could barely get the fish. This is one of my fondest memories with my dad. I drove by there the day he passed away. I walked down to that same spot, said a long prayer, thanked him for the wonderful memories, and cried. I have never told anyone I did this. It was something for me.
I know that when my daughter caught that fish the other day, my dad was watching, and maybe even helping. He would have loved her, and she would have loved him. I only wish they could have met in person. She knows who he is from pictures, but unfortunately, he died 5 years before she was born. I just know she would have been the apple of his eye. I like to think that he watches over her from Heaven. I look forward to telling her stories of him, and sharing with her the man I knew.
Later,
Deej
This was a fun week. Work was good, except I had to write the knucklehead up for missing yet another day. He had to take his girlfriend in for a pregnancy test, (I guess they never heard of EPT) so he calls off for the whole day. The appointment was for 9:00 in the morning and he called off for the WHOLE day. I was more than a little pissed about that. Everything else went good though, so I can’t complain too much.
My daughter caught her first fish this week. We took her to a little pond that only allows kids to fish. I thought she would be scared of the meal worms, the fish, and the water. She wasn’t. After I baited her hook and tossed it out, she was so impatient that she immediately jerked the line back out of the water. After a couple of times of this happening she let it stay out for a minute, and within a couple of seconds, the bobber went under. I pulled up on the rod for her and then she reeled in a nice little 8 inch bluegill. She was hopping up and down with excitement. I took the hook out and tossed the fish back in, and she started yelling for me to do it again. A kid after my own heart. She caught three altogether, then wanted to go play on the swings.
It brought back memories of catching my first fish. I was 4 years old. (My daughter, who I affectionately call La Nina, is not quite 3, so she has me beat.) My dad took me fishing on the Arkansas River just east of Salida, CO. I had just learned how to cast a line, and wasn’t very good, but my dad kept encouraging me. I finally got a good cast out, and as I was reeling the lure back in, I felt a tug. Without thinking, I pulled back as hard as I could, and the fish went flying over my head and landed in the middle of a bunch of scrub oak behind me. My dad said I was so excited that I all I could do was make “oh-oh-oh” noises like a monkey. He was laughing so hard he could barely get the fish. This is one of my fondest memories with my dad. I drove by there the day he passed away. I walked down to that same spot, said a long prayer, thanked him for the wonderful memories, and cried. I have never told anyone I did this. It was something for me.
I know that when my daughter caught that fish the other day, my dad was watching, and maybe even helping. He would have loved her, and she would have loved him. I only wish they could have met in person. She knows who he is from pictures, but unfortunately, he died 5 years before she was born. I just know she would have been the apple of his eye. I like to think that he watches over her from Heaven. I look forward to telling her stories of him, and sharing with her the man I knew.
Later,
Deej
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