A Crappy Day

It’s been one of those days. Tired and cranky, I went to work, put my best foot forward, got through the day, and tired and cranky I went home. Now I’m sitting here on my lazy butt typing useless words into my blog. What a life.

I’m ready for summer. I’m ready to spend my weekends in the woods, standing in the river and whipping my fly around until it gently lights on the water were a trout, either cutthroat or rainbow, rises to the occasion and pulls it under. He’ll give me a good fight, and without laying a hand on him, I’ll flick the hook from his mouth. He’ll be a little worse for the wear, but much wiser for it.

Or maybe I’ll go to the beach and fly my kites. I’ll float my long dragon kite up to mark my territory, unfurl my wind socks into the breeze and fire my stunt kite up to twirl and dodge back and forth in the wind. And I’ll lay back in the shade of my car and nap, my little buddy by my side.

Or maybe I’ll spend the day in Seattle, playing my guitar and singing in the market where the aroma of fresh vegetables, flowers, and the fare from open-air restaurants is thick and sweet in the air. I’ll peruse shops that smell of nag chompa, where bells ring gently and the music is exotic and calming. I’ll walk the streets as the shadows grow long and the night comes alive with all sorts of strange and wonderful sites.

Hmph. Seems like I’m always waiting to do something else.