Last Sunday we pretty much slacked off, yet didn’t feel one tiny ounce of guilt for it. All the animals were fed and cared for, hay was stacked and put away in the barn, and the Farm Boy had cleaned up some beehive tools, getting ready for the bee season. But that was it – no more work was done. We decided to ignore everything else. Nothing was that urgent after all. And life is too short to work too much – right?
Should we go Fishing?
The two of us had about zero energy left; but decided we needed to do something fun and basically mindless anyway. It was a chilly dreary day, and still too cold to take the kayaks out on the lake, so we decided to try our luck at “bank fishing” on a nearby pond about a mile from home.
Our zero-guilt pleasure day…
Lucky for us, I had dug up approximately 2,487 worms from the garden the day before, so we we had plenty of bait (and big-fish hopes).
Of course, not a fish was biting that day. The water was up high and flowing like a wild river over the banks of the pond after all the rain the night before. But the hike to the pond and all that chilly fresh air was invigorating and spiked our energy levels up a bit…
Which led us both to decide we should just screw the whole stupid fishing idea, go home, and make-out madly with each other like we did as teenagers. So we did…
And by then we had worked up quite an appetite from the cold, the hiking, the fishing, all that making-out… and we decided we should have burgers on the grill, and I would make us homemade french-fries to go along. And I did…
And then we absolutely scarfed down those burgers and french-fries – just like we did when we were teenagers – thirty-four years ago… ~A
