I still can't believe it... an eight pound bass. I have fantasies...
I have been going around tonight interrupting people's conversations:
On to other things... I didn't get much in the way of sleep today... I didn't get to sleep until around 18:00 and I got up at 19:30, checked my mail, took a shower and went to work.
Kinda busy tonight, I snuck in a few minutes to spend here but my beeper just went off again, so I guess I better go...
Couple-three hours of work, there...
After I caught that bass yesterday, I told Tyler that that was the culmination of a fisherman's life... and he said, " All for three minutes..." Ah, but the memory will be with me until the day that I die...
I had glanced at Karen's camera as we were going out the door to go fishing, but decided against it. If I would've had a camera along, I know that I wouldn't've caught that fish.
On a somewhat similar topic... I had a grandmother, Grandma Mildred, who was a fisherwoman, as were her sisters. They were, naturally, Okies. Anyway, Grandma Mildred, sometime around 1955 or so, caught a bass on lake Eufala in Oklahoma that weighed something like six pounds 12 ounces(Or somewhere around there... I'm not making it up, I just plain don't remember! OK?) and was the record fish for that lake. She had the head mounted, complete with the lure that she used to catch it (a yellow lead-head jig, it was!) and she named it "Big Buddy" (or maybe it was little buddy?). Anyway, she would never tire of telling the story, and if I didn't have anything to say while I was visiting her, I'd ask her to tell me about big buddy. Another reason that I can't remember the story very well was that I tuned it out after hearing it for the first twenty times.
So why would I ask for the story? Because it was much more interesting and less embarrassing than a lot of other stuff Grandma Mildred would talk about. For instance, she would ask me at least twice every day if I had had a good bowel movement lately. I never really did know if she wanted to know or just liked to see me turn red, which I did every time she asked me.
When I am an old man (like any day now...) I will bore my grandchildren with stories of the bass that I caught yesterday, and hopefully some later ones involving even bigger fish... and Tyler will tell the stories of how his dad caught the biggest fish ever.... to his grandkids, then tell then his own stories.
Life is just so fucking neat sometimes!
Home finally... I went over to Eileene's after work to install some memory in her 486. Installing the memory was not a problem, but getting the fucking cover off of the case cost us about an hour. Very very frustrating... I don't wanna talk about it.
Eileene has a beautiful cat that is somewhat overweight... a lot like Midnight, but bigger-framed so it carries the weight better. Anyway, this cat conversation brings up the matter of Scrambles. He is still alive, but just barely. He cannot see anything, but he does not appear to be in pain of any kind. He would let us know if he was. I don't see how he could last another day, but I don't see how he lasted until this morning, either...
Tired, tired tired. Going to bed now... maybe more later!