After school on Monday Michael headed to my parents to mow their lawn. For years Cindy has taken care of most of their lawn mowing needs while Michael has done other maintenance help such as stacking wood which was cut from trees downed by storms and any other needs that arose.Since Cindy is now working ,the torch has been passed on.
After a day of mowing Michael got home about eight thirty smiling. He was bursting at the seems as he told me that he finished early and Pops took him fishing. Now before I go any farther let me tell you My Dad has a passion for fishing. When I was younger he used to take me fishing for hours. I mean hours of just setting there (by there imagine a ledge in the middle of a hill with just enough room to set)quiet,not moving and staring at a line in the water for hours on end. These fishing trips for me were excruciating. I mean root canal excruciating. Once I agreed to go I understood why my older brother was always busy. I had a couple girl friends who loved to fish and Dad was always offering to take us. Then I would have two begging me to go. I also had cousins who were raised in the city who longed to Visit " uncle Jim's and go fishing.They all loved going but I just never could appreciate fishing.
Due to my hatred for this activity and Mike's indifference for it My kids are among the "it sounds fun can we go?" crowd. I think Michael went with Mike and his brothers a couple times and seems to love it.Going again has set his heart's desire a blaze and he is hooked ( I even hate these stupid puns that go with fishing ) Anyway when Dad brought Michael home they both asked( Like two kids looking into a candy store window) Can Michael stay one weekend so we can fish all night ? I wanted to ask why but resisted and simply said sure. "Really?" Michael asked . "Why not?" I replied." Yes" he shot back as he took his things to his room. I knew that Cindy probably wouldn't be accompanying us too much on weekend activities this summer but I think I just lost another.
Too bad that Robby had to ask where Michael was going. When he said fishing Robby now wants to go too. Well, Mike said " I could go too and take Robby" ( Dad is nervous at having too many kids on that little ledge, without another adult ,for fear one will fall) I guess a nice weekend alone would be nice. It sure beats fishing