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But first, the dog must get over his fear of getting his toenails wet. ... sigh ... My dog looks fierce, a real killer. Only no one told him to check a mirror because he thinks his job in life is to herd. Herd the cats, birds, squirrels (and I got to add, the squirrels are not getting with the program) and bikes. Yes, bikes. It drives him nuts when a gaggle of bikes passes by and they're not in tight formation. He'd have a stroke if I took him down I-5 right now, there's some ten thousand crazies pedaling between Seattle and Portland. I digress. Back to the dog and the day. At first, my dog who bolts from his own fart, wouldn't even enter the edge of the river. But he faithfully stuck to me as I wandered up and down. We drove along, stopping and getting out, me wading out into the river, him watching. Sometime during the day I feel something pressing against my leg. I was so proud. Joey was up to his NRS life vest in water. When I caught a fish and let him sniff it before releasing, he was all pointed ears and even going so far as to boldly stepping out. Great, now I'm having to cast around the dog. I think he wants to herd rainbow... :: +Memory :: Tell a Friend :: 4 replies :: I'd just like to say... Within the first 30 minutes one of the biggest guys got his ferry angle wrong and missed the throw ropes being tossed his way. I caught him with my 50 foot throw rope and swung him into a slow moving eddy. An hour later, another student did the same thing. I used my rope again, caught him, swung him in. It was the same guy. *snort* He's not the brightest student in class apparently. I never got to chase, but did fill my time in between using my throw rope. Somehow a paperback book and a fly rod found their way onto my raft. Go figure. Caught two fish. All in all, a fun day.
I fished for 4 hours, caught a nice 14 inche trout, ate a light lunch, and mostly just sat in the sun and soaked up the relaxation. Today I really, REALLY have to clean the house. Mini Blair is coming along nicely. I work on it odd times now. My writing habits have changed a little. I don't write much before bed, but will still work in the morning. I think the long commute is the cause. Our oldest dog had a stroke last week. He's doing well, but needs help up and down the stairs. We're going to take this latest developement day by day. It's all we can do. He's too much of a good friend not to give him every chance. As long as he's not in pain, I'm okay with the extra work. so today I was hankering for another and I googled. I couldn't find exactly all the right stuff. But what I had worked because it tasted wonderful. LKY's version: Preheat oven to 400 degrees Mix dry ingredients: 1 3/4 cups of flour (I used a mix of white and wheat - and I love King Arthur's) 1/4 brown sugar (didn't have white) 1 tsp baking power 1 tsp baking soda 1 tsp cinnamon 3/4 tsp ginger (I only had crystallized - so I put a few chunks in 1/4 cup of water and zapped it in the microwave for 20 seconds. I let it soak and set it aside to add to the wet ingredients later) 1/8 tsp cloves 1/2 tsp salt Wet stuff: 1/3 cup agave nectar (honey might be just as well - but DH had the nectar so I went for it) 1/3 cup molasses (I didn't have any applesauce) 1/2 cup fat free yogurt (dump in one of those single flavored servings - I did) 1/4 cup of water (now I use the stuff the ginger is soaking in) 1 tsp vanilla Hand stir the wet stuff into the dry stuff. Do not overstir. Add 1.5 cups of shredded carrots, a cup of chopped walnut and a 1/3 cup of raisins. Or really, anything you want, shredded zucchini, dried fruit chunks. I was thinking next time to add some bran or flax seed or something for more fiber. scoop into muffin pans. It doesn't rise much so feel free to fill it up. I used the paper liners for easy clean up. bake for 15 to 20 minutes. Makes about a dozen big muffins. Enjoy, I already ate two. I'm thinking that's dinner. View looking north upper 10 acres Lower 10 acres It's 30 minutes from Uncle Buck's house (or where it would be if he were more than just grey matter in my head) and only 3 miles from the BEST FISHING CREEK IN THE WORLD! Yeah, I'm excited. Why do you ask? Heaven on earth. The lake was awesome. The fish were picky but when they hit a fly you knew you had a fight on. Another guy in a float tube - thank you again, Lloyd - gave me a dry fly the fish seemed to desire over anything in my fly box. I caught a trout that would have measured over 25 inches. Lloyd was getting hit after hit! When he isn't fishing, he goes to concerts and writes books. http://www.allaboutjazz.com/php/con Now I'm home and tying up some mosquito flies for my next trip out to Cady Lake. I'd like to go tomorrow, but I don't like crowds and I'm thinking there would be one. I do need an excuse to drive that way. There's a guy selling an Orvis Battenburg spool III for half price and I think I need it... I digress. I found a very simple mosquito pattern in my old copy of 'Fly Patterns for the Pacific Northwest.' by Steve Probasco. I lucked out several years ago and found garage sale filled with fly fishing books. I bought over a hundred dollars worth. Kept the best and sold the rest. This was a keeper. Great book. Must get back to work now. Laters. In other news, I hacked off all my hair today. I have a neck! and Ears! Wow! who knew? *snort* I just wanted to write a quick note that I'm still here. Fishing season is getting into full swing and work has been *amazing*! But I have a mini-Blair fic in progress and will not give up on it. I enjoyed doing the interview on Cascade Library. I just want to thank the fandom for the interest. Laters! I'm working and stuff a lot lately. My writing has taking a backseat. But I resolved to work on my mini-blair fic this morning so I'm back at the keyboard for a bit. Here's a little part. I love to write Jim in touch with his parental side. Bwa ha ha. *********************** The weekend passed without incident. Blair scraped his elbow and the drama that followed rivaled the time the adult counterpart threw a hissy fit over some dusty leather book he’d borrowed from a fossil-faced professor in Seattle after Jim had simply moved it into a storage box for safe keeping. In spite of the medical emergency, Monday morning arrived with quiet rain patterns moving lazily over the horizon and Blair waving happily at him from the other side of the daycare’s large picture window. The tyke was surrounded by five other mini-people and within seconds had dismissed Jim to join in an impromptu game of tag as the daycare employee set out glasses of juice and banana bread squares on flowered paper towel tear-offs. Jim watched. His body tense at the thought of driving away. Yes, he knew he had work. And yes, he knew Blair would be safe. But the part of him which had awoken within the humid and wild parts of Peru so many years ago never liked this part of his workday. He wanted the boy with him twenty-four, seven. “Get over it,” Jim muttered as he dropped the truck into drive and guided it reluctantly away from the grass-edged curb. ************************** and it's *still* falling! Spring, oh Spring, where art thou? |
