Saturday, August 6, 2011

Terrible Morning...Beautiful Evening

I can barely remember the last time I was as angry as I was on Friday morning. I won't go into it too much detail because it involves a lot of personal information.  But there was yelling, tears, preventative measures and a line which my son finds absolutely hilarious.  It went something like this, "Slow the hell down.  You don't know how to speak English, and I can't understand a damn thing you are saying."  I believe the gentleman was Indian. Not Native American Indian but India, Indian.  I know this because I talk to them almost everyday at work....although this was not related to work.

Finally, I asked myself:  "Is there anything else I can do about the problem right now?"  The answer was "NO" and I resolved to put the crappy morning behind me and enjoy the rest of the day. 

I repaired the caulking around the bath tub and bathroom counters.  Then Mixer Man and I met up for an evening of fishing in the mountains.  Few things relax me as much as the mountains, fishing, and Mixer Man.  Even though he frustrates, annoys, and confuses the crap out of me most of the time, he has a relaxing presence. I will NEVER tell him this though. 

Our fishing spot.  Just a small section of a large reservoir.

Looking in the other direction.  I love the reflection of the mountians on the water.

Mixer Man trying to free my line from a snag.  I couldn't get a shot with his face.  He hates the camera unless he is showing off an animal he just hunted or he is on his snowmobile.

My GIANT, two inch fish.  I caught two of these.  Austin says I am well on the way to  solving world hunger.  Mixer Man made sure he was holding it away from himself so that I would not get him on camera.
A couple stopped by our spot as we were getting ready to head out.  As fishing people do, we exchanged our bad luck stories and started walking back to our cars.  During the short walk, I learned that they are from Texas and are stationed here with the Air Force.  They love NASCAR and fishing.  The woman and I both have black and pink fishing poles and her husband and Mixer Man are huge Tony Stewart fans.  They both have the die cast cars, jackets, etc.  As we parted ways, Mixer Man thanked him for his service to our country and we wished each other a safe trip home.  I regret that we didn't get their names or spend a few more minutes talking to them.  I think this is a couple I would have liked to get to know better. 

So while the day started out terribly, it ended beautifully.  Watching the sun set on the water.  Meeting interesting people.  And of course fishing.

1 comment:

just call me jo said...

Ah, here's the fishing with Mixer Man entry. He is VERY cute from the back. VERY!!! Sounds as if you had a good time. I didn't see any fish of his, so you outfished him, I take it. So what if it was only 2 inches.