It's a simple wish. Nothing complicated,

nothing earth shattering. I simply wanted to

go fishing tomorrow.

To set this story up, I store my boat over the

winter in a nearby town. I have always

picked it up the first weekend in April for

years. This year they decided to keep them in

one more week because of the bad weather.

Problem is my first club tournament is this

weekend. So I managed to sweet talk the

lady into opening up and letting me get mine

out (no easy task). Now if you read back in my

blogs you will see that last year I had a little

accident in the last trip of the year and ripped the

motor off of the front of the boat. Simple fix

(temporary of course) is four new bolts some big

washers and I'm good to go till repairs cam be made.

Fast forward to today. Get up early to mixed rain and snow..foggy..just a totally crappy day. BUT..spirits high I head out to get stainless steel bolts

for my quick fix. Downriver I go to a supply store I know handles them.

Turns out building is empty... sorry moved. Hmm to where? called a friend

and find out it's only a mile or so up the road..good. Wrong again..moved.

another call..another friend.. different answer.. St C. Ohhh ok.. few more

miles up the river and a few miles west. No problem. EXCEPT..I can't find

it when I get there. Time to stop in a gas station and dump fifty dollars worth

of gas in the truck and get a coffee to calm down. Talking to the owner I

find it's just a ways out the road (Moristown)... Great, I finally have a

definite location.

I find it with no problem this time..except it's now 12:11 and store

is open 8 till noon on sat. Really needing more coffee now! At this point

I give up and stop at Lowe's and low and behold they have the bolts I'm

looking for...yea !

I've been on the road looking for three hours now and I'm heading home.

Ut Oh..I remember I haven't purchased a fishing license yet. A quick stop

at Wally World will remedy that. First mistake ..using quick and Wally

World in the same sentence. No clerks in sporting goods..no clerks

anywhere. After several trips up and down the aisles I go to the tire shop

and them to call for a clerk. The guy from tire dept comes over and sells

me a license. Talk about job combinations ! I'm almost calm now as I

walk to the check out with a couple items I couldn't pass up and my license

in my pocket..I'm a happy camper. I get in the truck and start home...

I check my pockets..no license. Back to Wally World..walking up and

down the rows in the rain. Now where would I go If I were a lost license?

Of course..look for the largest puddle in the parking lot. Ah ha.. my little florescent green friend, taking a puddle bath in the parking lot.

I'm now thinking I should have brought a thermos!

Anyway I'm home..Bolts don't fit..after cutting my hand in two places

fighting with them I surrender. I won't be fishing tomorrow but that's

ok.. I never lost my temper..I never cursed..I had a great little nap this

evening and I'll sleep in in the morning. Fishing is over rated anyway !