Today, I was awakened at 5:30 in the morning by a text. It was Dillon saying he was at my house, because we were going to leave to go fishing. Except for I had set the wrong alarm, for 6:00 instead of 5:00.
I got ready really quickly, and we packed a lunch and we were off.
We drove for about 45 minutes, to this lake. Dillon got the fishing poles ready, since I still don’t know much about fishing. I stuck my worm in the water. He stuck his power bait.
Nothing. Except some snags.
It was cold, and we weren’t patient, so after moving locations once, we went home.
Wait. It needs to be more exciting:
About fifteen minutes after putting a worm in the water, my pole leaped away from the chair it was propped up against. I reached out and grabbed it, and pulled back with all my might. Something was big.
I fought with it. And fought with it. Until finally, after an hours worth of fighting and almost loosing it, it got tired. I didn’t know what it was. But I reeled it in.
A dark shape came toward me in the water. Except for it was bigger than any fish had a right to be.
It was a large box of books.
Which brings me to my next adventure: packing. I have so many books, and I don’t even know why. But most of my possessions are in cardboard boxes ready to be moved in a few weeks.