Honey had the day off and invited ME to go fishing! Not a son, not his dad, but ME. So how could I refuse? It's been a looooooong time since we spent the whole day alone together. I spent all week looking forward to it. And last night I spent some time packing our snacks while he and CT went to Academy for some last minute "essentials".
We got up early.
WHY??? I don't know. I told him we should let the fish sleep. But he didn't see it my way.
We started hooking the boat to the van but it wasn't working. The metal piece didn't fit. I had to hold the flash light....remember it was early. And Honey hammered on it and cussed at it (not really, but I know he wanted to.) Finally there was nothing to do but take the piece to Walmart and get another one.
Finally on the road but not going where we originally intended b/c of the delay. We went to a little lake on Chaffee that was just right. Putting the boat into the water was a huge hassle and we broke a piece off the trailer.
The water was beautiful but the place was not very hospitable. Hard to find with no signs and me reading the map. :-) It was hard getting the boat in partly b/c the boat-putter-in place was all rocky and messed up. There were no trash cans. And the port-a potty was not meant for girls.
But once on the water, floating in the boat, all was nice. I felt like a queen in my brand new lawn chair with the fancy umbrella attachment and the potty that Honey rigged up for me. For a lot of the day we were the only ones there.
Did I mention I'm not really a fisher person? I caught a fish though! Kinda by accident, but still.
So what did I do?
~I sat.
~Talked.
~Ate most the food I brought for both of us.
~Read my book aloud to Honey.
~Pushed the button to put water into the live well.
~Ducked when he casted.... let's just say they didn't all end up in the water the first time.
~Untangled his back lashes.
~And cheered him on when he reeled another one in.
Then it was time to go.
I was stationed at the boat while Honey got the van. And GASP!! Right before my eyes my lawn chair and umbrella blew off the boat and into the water!!
My new one! And where's my man??? Who knows.
There was nothing to do but go after it. In the water. In my socks. And jeans.
It also knocked my book bag into the floor. Which also held his wallet and both our phones. Did I mention that the boat was holding quite a bit of water (for no reason) AND it was a borrowed book??
Finally he brings the van around and has the nerve to ask, "Why are you wet?"
Oh laugh it up Honey.
As hard as it was to get the boat into the water, it was nothing compared to loading it up. The rope broke. The wind was blowing. And we couldn't back the trailer into the same place we put in.
Then it was MY turn to be in the van and HIS turn to be in the water. But it didn't matter. Too much wind, too hard. I had to drive to the other side of the lake while he met me with the boat. That place was easier but still not great. I finally retrieved my book bag which was all wet....but dry inside b/c it was a canvas water proof one. Phones and books were saved!
Finally we were back on the road. Sigh of relief! Until he handed me the map. Oh please.
We made it home and then had to back the boat back into the driveway. I'm guessing marital counseling offices are full of couples backing boats in together.
Anybody need a boat?