I just returned home after spending the weekend at my fishing camp with some of my oldest and best friends. There were eight of us, three of whom I have known since grade school, the rest since high school. We drank beer, fished, at dined on cuisine. We swapped tales from our youths and told lies about our present-day lives. These weekends are always such enriching experiences, and they remind me of the importance of close and lasting friendships. I am so lucky …. 🙂
Okay, I drank a little too much wine on Friday night, but my friends are the forgiving sort, and no one gave to me too much crap about my antics. And when we all went fishing on Saturday, Martin brought home the best fish–a five-pound redfish I will dine on later this week. Boo-yah ….
I had planned on staying up there until Monday afternoon, but the weather today wasn’t good. A cold front is approaching central Florida tonight and the wind blew out of the south all day, as it always does when a front is coming from the north.
I had any easy trip up-river in my boat to the marina where I keep it. I made it home in 90 minutes, and after I unloaded and unpacked, I drank two beers on my observation deck, watching boats cruise by my house. Then I came downstairs and grabbed a badly needed shower. Now I’m feeling clean and ready for a relaxing evening at home by myself.
I’m so grateful for my old friends. They are straight guys but accept me without reservation. I’m lucky to have my fishing camp and to own my home on this beautiful little island. I think it’s important to count your blessings, don’t you?
Have ice Sunday evening, friends. And if you’re a Christian and a believer ( I am not.), Happy Easter.