Brrrrr.... Today was the first day of trout for this year. We headed out a little after 6 this morning, picked up Dave's dad and went to the lake where we have been going for opening day the last few years. It was cold and WINDY! I think I could have stood the cold, had it not been so windy. Did I mention it was WINDY? The wind chill was freezing! They really should invest in a windmill, they could have stocked up on a year's worth of power today. We stuck it out till around noon and headed home with enough trout for dinner for the three of us, so it was a good morning.
I am a little worried about Dave. Part way into our morning, we noticed his hands were starting to swell up. He seemed quite red too, but we figured that was just the cold and wind. But the swelling? Hum. We're thinking maybe he's having an allergic reaction to something, but not sure what. We've fished here on many, many occasions, too many to count, so I can't think of anything different that we may have come in contact with. We've been home for a couple hours now, and I am still cold, and he is still puffy - but not red anymore. Just his hands though, nothing else. It doesn't seem to have improved any, but hasn't gotten any worse either. We'll be keeping an eye on that.
And something that has been embedded in my mind since my trip home yesterday.... I stopped at a friend's house on the way home yesterday to drop off some Lily of the Valley's I dug up out in the yard. I got to meet her new furry kids - a cute little kitty and a beautiful golden retriever. Then ventured the rest of the way home in the storm that was passing though. Turns out the storm probably was a blessing or silver lining... I started up a part of the main drag - which is one way - when the car ahead of me swerved quickly, then I saw headlights.... there are a lot of things that cross your mind in a split second.... Headlights? Not taillights? YIKES! Can't swerve - car next to me... headlights? Airbag... oh this is gonna hurt.... luckily the guy finally stopped. I make a point to be going slow enough at this spot, that I am able to stop if need be, and have even told my mom to watch her speed here. I have seen at least 3 chain reaction accidents at this part of the road on my way home. Had it not been dark and raining, his headlights may not have been on, and it may have taken more than the car length of space that ended up between us before I realized it wasn't the back of his car, and he was coming towards me. He ended up sitting there for a few minutes before finally driving over the median to his own side of the road, I really don't think he got it that he was on the wrong side of the median. It took a while for my nerves to settle. I just keep seeing headlights. Maybe I just needed a reminder of how fast things can change. I feel I appreciate everyone and everything in my life, but things can change that fast. So, just to remind you, incase tomorrow never comes. I love you all.
...Or maybe someone was just testing my patience... after that ordeal... I was going to run into the store real quick for a few things. Then some woman proceeds to push a shopping cart out of her way, and right into the Tracker with me sitting in it. She watched as I opened the door quick enough to intercept it, then looked at ME like I had a problem when I slammed the door shut, walked the cart to the cart spot, then yelled in her general direction that I was heading home while my car was still in one piece. By the time I got home, I had no patience, and nothing for dinner. HA!
Ok, enough of my ranting. I'm gonna go check on puffy...