Monday, April 11, 2011
And finally it hit me last week, after I optimistically threw my light spinning rod into the truck when I noticed how warm and balmy the morning was, only to be shellacked by 50mph winds and driving rain on the highway about 20 minutes later. What hit me? The same old early spring blues. God, I hate them.
I believe it's rained 7 out of the last 10 days, with plenty more coming. Work is proceeding at a furious pace at both of my jobs, with the spring semester in high gear, and a $500,000 RFP to go public this week. Hank is doing great but when he is awake, he's on the move, which in 45 degree rainy weather does not mean a lot of fun for anybody but him.
I really have tried. Waited for breaks in the rain to work in the garden (only to be thwarted by hail 20 minutes later). Tried to not be at all discouraged that despite the fact that my tackle stayed in the truck all week, I never got to use it - no "light tackle lunchbreak" or anything.
But trust me.....it's not all bad. All of the work, and the 10pm dinners on the road, and the lack of physical fitness or a social life, it does come with one big reward.