On one of my many trips back and forth to Capital Lumber over the weekend, I saw a bumper sticker that said, “I’d rather be fishing.” I’d rather that guy were fishing, too, because he acted like it was his first time operating a motor vehicle, and I was stuck behind him when I was trying to get my chores done so I might be able to get a couple hours of fishing in myself. If he’d been fishing instead of driving, he wouldn’t have been holding me up.
But it turns out it didn’t matter. I got what I thought I needed in town, then went back home to get my project done. But I’d gotten the wrong thing, so I had to go back to town again and waste more time.
I only have myself to blame, though. I took several days to go photograph the Elizabeth Stampede Rodeo, then shortly after I got home from that, I went to Vegas with a friend to drive supercars and rally trucks. When I got home from all my adventures, my honey-do list had grown considerably.
I imagine I’m going to spend the next couple weekends – and every available moment of daylight after work during the week – whittling that list down. Maybe by the Fourth of July I’ll be able to get out to do a little fishing. I hope so, because the following week, I have to take Logan to Ohio for another of his national precision air rifle competitions, and that honey-do list will have grown again.
Like the slow driver I was stuck behind this weekend, I’d rather be fishing. Not that I expect to catch anything, but just being up in the high country, where it’s a little cooler than it is down on the plains, would be a welcome diversion. No phones, no emails, no slow, annoying drivers. And no chores that require multiple trips to town and back.
