Fishing

I was wondering what I would write about today, Nothing really came to mind. I consulted my muses. They had some good ideas, I will use  them , just not today. Thank you muses.

Fishing. Fishing with my dad. I miss my dad, he has altzheimers. He was such a stubborn ass.  He refused the fact he had it, and any medication that might help him.

My DAD, my rock...he never mixed words, but always gave a great smile, and praise. I remember telling him I was engaged for the first time(yes there were several). He laughed a bit. I asked why? Dad said, "That man is not enough to hold you." I did not get married to that boy. He was a good man, just not a good fit for me. Dad knew.

Dad and I had a standing Wednesday fishing date...for years. If it was Wednesday, I knew I was fishing. Even in high school.  I looked forward to fishing. We stopped to get sodas, and stuff for sandwiches.  I so enjoyed fishing with dad.

It was a fairly large boat. I think 28 feet..or so. There was a rack of lures on the passenger side. Ya had to be careful not to put your head back. The boat did have a toilet....we were never allowed to use it. Why?, you ask?...no clue..Some drama about it being hard to clean. So instead, we had a 3lb coffee can. Use the can and toss it over.  As ya might imagine, the initial few cans were lost in the great Lake Superior. Modifications were made. SO a hole drilled through the side of the can, and the 20 foot twine tied to the can made sure the piss can would come back. I will say that after dad figured out the can...well we had the same can for many, many, many, many years..to the point where you, if ya were a girl,ya had to sit your ass on a very rusty rim of a 3lb coffee can.

I loved our fishing days. So cool, I even remember the call letters from the marine radio. "This is the Nancy Claire, WZA3154 to whom ever.".

I miss my dad. I miss him tons. I used to call him once a week or so...we would chat. I miss that.

When I got home from college my freshman year, the boat was "for sale." It was in the side yard. I walked into the house crying, sobbing. I asked dad, "Why are you selling the boat?" He said, "I don't have anyone to fish with anymore." He said, "If I do want to fish I have many  friends that have boats."

I talked to dad a few months ago. I talked about fishing. He didn't remember, at least not much. He responded, "I used to have a boat." I was trying to hold back tears..I just said,"I know dad., I know."