Thursday, July 28, 2011

LAUNDRY & LAKE DAY

Today was laundry day s Norm offered to take me out to breakfast while the clothes sloshed around at the Laundromat.  Like so many small towns Bayview businesses seem to supply more than one thing so we ate at the Coffee House-Internet Cafe - Laundromat.  Our sausage scramble was yummy!  And the characters coming in and out (and working there) were quite entertaining.

Next it was time for the lake !  We motored out past the "no wake" zone and tried the sails. After a couple hours of not much wind we decided we were in 'the dull drums' and we'd give up sailing fr the day and motor around a bit.  Of course, no sooner did we get the sail down and situated than the wind picked up 1  So, we started from scratch and re-lifted the sail and actually got some pretty good sailing in for a couple of hours late in the afternoon!

Norm did a bit of fishing off and on throughout the day but no luck. That $100 (what his license cost) mackerel just won't be caught !  LOL.  We had a fantastic day on the lake and returned to our dock hot, tired and happy. Gold beer and salty snacks then soup for supper.  I took a quick paddle around the marina in Little Turtle (my kayak) and we called it a day -- Another great one !....And the beat goes on.

Nancy

He Fishes                                                                                   


with a rod named
for a fluffy white cloud
and a reel after a poet
from the seventeenth century,
first name of William.

He fishes,

pulls back the bale,
threads invisible string
through silver ferrules,
ties on a brutal barbed hook.

He fishes,

spears a shiney lure,
all wiggly and bright colored
imitates a smaller fish
worming through the water.

He fishes,

watches the tiny, transparent line
drops until it disappears, drawn
downstream by our slow
turbid trolling wake.

He fishes,

concentrates on the distal
end of his pole, brow furrowed,
wills a trout take nibble from
the hook, that holds the gigantic lure.

He fishes,

with a rod named
for a fluffy white cloud
and a reel after a poet
from the seventeenth century,
first name of William.

He fishes

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