June 21, 2012
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fishing
My LLO is away for the week visiting her grandparents (my in-laws who on principle just irritate the crap out of me even though they are perfectly wonderful and have taken the loud one away for the week. As I’ve said.) She called yesterday afternoon. It took me a minute to recognize her voice and not just because I’m a space cadet. Her voice is changing. I’ve noticed recently that it’s hard to tell who is saying what with those two girls of mine. Which is probably a huge problem or maybe not a problem for the future. Spawn and I already sound pretty similar on the phone. Not that I talk to myself.. on the phone. This is just what people tell me. So three girls all sounding the same on the phone could be pretty interesting when phone calls become a part of our lives. (If.) I’ve confused myself now. What the heck was I talking about.
Oh yea. LLO called me. Still adorable to talk to her on the phone, even though she sounds more grown up. It was a classic LLO conversation. I got a full report of every meal she has had since arrival in grandparent heaven. She is ecstatic with the food service. Probably a little dig in there about how I do not provide adequately for her culinary needs (which was the theme of last week.) They went out to lunch at Red Lobster. I heard every little detail about that too. Yes, dear, those biscuits are good.
She made jelly. Woo hoo. I personally do not understand why you’d take a perfectly good raspberry and drain all the goodies out of it. But that’s just me. LLO was delighted to finally be a part of this summer thrill at grandma’s. Spawn has spoken of it many times. Probably well aware that LLO was jealous. The best part is that apparently my not exactly successful strawberry jam was discussed because grandma is giving me a book for not screwing up jam. Again, thank you, dear child. I’ll put that book the same place I put all the other stuff my MIL gives me that I don’t want. (I have a book. thank you very much. and the internet.)
The other big news is the fishing. Not with the MIL. of course. LLO has been on a fishing theme lately. Fishing is completely not my thing. I have devastating memories of fishing (aside from the fact that I’d rather watch grass grow than wait for a fish to show up.) My brother likes fishing, so much that he will watch that show on tv about fly fishing (holy mother please poke my eyes out). So when we were growing up, fishing was a part of the summer experience. We had a cabin with a little pond and the property next to ours had an even better pond. So we’d walk over to the other pond (where I guess the fishing was better) which I remember being a mildly terrifying place just because it’s all overgrown and I was sure there were snakes and the bullfrogs were always out and loud and not scary but sorta scary. I know for a fact there were lots and lots of bugs. Biting stinging invisible beasties who knew tasty girlflesh when they saw it. So there I stood with the stupid stick, hoping that nothing would bite the bait on the hook. Because if I caught a fish, I’d have to take the dang thing off the hook. Fish have prickly things. It hurts. And they are slimey. And that’s just the fun of fishing in a nearby place that I knew. Once my dad drove the two of us into the woods in a place called Bear Meadow or Bear Mountain or something like that. With a bear in the title. It was a lovely stream for fishing I’m sure. Not that I put the pole in the water. Because I was busy. You see my dad didn’t think that the brother and I should fish in the same place, so he dropped me off and drove the brother to another place. He left me. Alone. In the dark woods in a place with bear in the name to stick a pole in the water and potentially catch a prickly, slimy fish. I did what any wimpy girl would do. I sat on the bank and cried my eyes out and waited the eon for him to remember he had a daughter. So. No. I’m not into fishing.
But LLO is. And she had a wonderful time. So I guess I’ll be hearing some more discussion about fishing. And I’ll be calling my brother (who conveniently lives with my parents an hour away) to take this kid fishing. Build some memories with your niece.
Comments (15)
I’m glad she enjoys time with her grandparents.
I’m sorry your fishing experience was bad. I love fishing because I’m an only child and spoiled rotten. My daddy hardly ever got to fish when he went with me b/c he was always too busy baiting the hook, getting the line out of the tree, removing the fish, baiting the hook, getting the line untangled from a weed halfway out in the water…you get the idea. I always caught plenty though!
good to know she is having a good time, yes?
well it looks like she has found a hobby. you can get her a new bass boat for her next birthday. lol
Never liked fishing. Too much effort for for a meal. Though Red Lobster sounds great right about now…
I was never a great fisherman, although I once pulled in a pretty hefty catfish. I was ecstatic when the kids were big enough to go fishing with their dad. I could stay home and have peace and quiet while they all went out to fish. My daughter was actually the best fisherman of the three. She usually was the first to catch something, and once she did, she was through for the day. LOL! Definitely have your bro take her fishing.
@lanney - that’s sweet. i suppose part of the problem is that i know and knew that my dad didn’t care for fishing either.
@buddy71 - she always has a great time with them. they are prize-winning grandparents. i can see that one someday living off the land on her own private island.
@Zoz36 - that it does. i’m not going to think about it.
@songoftheheart - there are just some things i was not put on this earth to do.
this reminds me…I need to get out and do more fishing
@promisesunshine - Yeah, that definitely makes a difference. I remember doing all sorts of things I didn’t actually like just to emulate my father.
@godfatherofgreenbay - it’s the time of year for it.
@lanney - and i remember doing a lot of things because my father told me to.
yeah that too I just didn’t pretend to like those.
I hated fishing when I was a kid because my dad told me if I talked at all I would scare the fish away. How can you expect a grade school age child (especially a girl) so be quiet for hours?! As far as I was concerned water wasn’t good for anything unless I could swim in it. I would only ‘fish’ now if that meant I could sit around drink beer while everyone else does the fishing, lol.
@wretched_epiphany - now we’re talking (and scaring away the fish).
I went fishing when I was a kid. we were at a little camp thingie. I caught a fish and we took pictures and went all around the camp showing everyone that I caught it. I still have the Polaroid. About 5-10 minutes later we were done showing it off and it was still alive and we threw it back in the water.
My cousin once went fishing with his dad and they caught fish and put them in the freezer and brought them home for his mom to cook them. She took them out and started and he asked if they were dead yet. It was a funny story his mom told to everyone. Two years ago my dad and brother decided to go fishing in a canoe. They tipped the boat over and had to get new cell phones because their phones were in their pockets. After that, brother refused to try fishing again. Dad went back to golf.
Those are my fishing stories.
It escapes me how some men favour sons over daughters, like this was China or someplace back in the Middle Ages. It’s always good, though, for kids to build relationships with extended family.
@RighteousBruin - my dad is a much better grandfather in that respect. but then again, he only has granddaughters.
for that matter, i’m probably missing some key piece of information in my memory, because i was his favorite.
@leaflesstree - excellent stories. i especially like the cryogenics one.
@promisesunshine - I’m glad to hear you were his favourite. We are quite skewed, though, in what we do with our children, sometimes. My son was never into fishing, though I took him about four times, before he said it really wasn’t his thing. I feel the same way about golf.