Well, I start my vacation today. No plans really. Going to build a small garden shed on back of my garage. After that, maybe I'll get in some fishing. And then I think I'll do some fishing. And maybe a little fishing. I'll bet you're wondering why I like fishing. Picture it. Nice summer morning, temperature about 75. Sun is shining. A big flat rock next to a bright bubbly stream. Nothing but the sounds of the birds singing their cheery little song and the water hopping over the smooth grey stones as it goes merrily on it journey to the sea. And me. Sprawled across that big ole flat rock like an old shirt, cast into the corner. Old tee shirt and cutoff jeans, strings dangling from the frayed edges. Feet draped over the edge of the rock, refreshing themselves in the cool stream. Maybe even crack a few cold ones.
Fishing line cast into a small, still pool, bobber plopping up and down in what little disturbance there is. Almost hoping my leisure is not disturbed by the bobber disappearing beneath the glittering surface.
Nah, nothing to this fishing thing.
I don't know if I can take 12 days of this.