Fresh fish
We went back to the fishing hole today. Two men were fishing beside us. We chatted. Not unusual.
The wife of one of the fishermen stopped by. We chatted with her, too. She asked where are fish were. I told her that I was leaving them in the hole until we were ready to go home. They stayed fresher that way.
At the end of the fishing trip, we decided we weren't ready for our salmon. Obviously. They are still in the water, freshing up some more.
We'll try again tomorrow. I'd really like to fire up the smoker again. Honestly.
I managed to crank out a couple chapters today. Don't panic. They are very short chapters. In fact, one of them I rewrote from last night. I realized I didn't like what I'd written. So, I kept the two or three paragraphs that fit and completely rewrote it.
It's August. Yikes. Summer is almost over. In fact, today didn't feel like summer. In other parts of the country, they'd be laughing at global warming if they had our temps. Today when I tied a new hook on the line, my fingers were numb.
Good morning, John.
The wife of one of the fishermen stopped by. We chatted with her, too. She asked where are fish were. I told her that I was leaving them in the hole until we were ready to go home. They stayed fresher that way.
At the end of the fishing trip, we decided we weren't ready for our salmon. Obviously. They are still in the water, freshing up some more.
We'll try again tomorrow. I'd really like to fire up the smoker again. Honestly.
I managed to crank out a couple chapters today. Don't panic. They are very short chapters. In fact, one of them I rewrote from last night. I realized I didn't like what I'd written. So, I kept the two or three paragraphs that fit and completely rewrote it.
It's August. Yikes. Summer is almost over. In fact, today didn't feel like summer. In other parts of the country, they'd be laughing at global warming if they had our temps. Today when I tied a new hook on the line, my fingers were numb.
Good morning, John.
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