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My thoughts released; a mind set free |
| I can waste time, as can most people, but some make an art out of wasting time. I first realized this as a child; one of my older brothers was nicknamed "Flash" because he could be so slow. One example was a Saturday fishing trip we had planned out. He wanted to get up early and be fishing by six in the morning. He was not an early riser, unless you consider early riser to mean early afternoon. But, I was tasked to get him up at five and have things ready so we could leave shortly after. I was up at four-thirty, had coffee going, and made the last few additions to the trunk of the car, as most of the gear was loaded the evening before. I enjoyed a cup of coffee and then went in to wake him. I started fifteen minutes early because I knew he would not get up the first or second time I called him. It took four attempts to get him out of bed. Then he was off to the bathroom, then coffee and some cereal for breakfast. I had filled a thermos with hot coffee, enjoyed a second cup, and was ready to go. He was drinking his first cup and getting sidetracked with other things. By five-thirty, he was sipping a second cup and still not dressed or ready. After another fifteen minutes, he went to get dressed but didn't have any clean socks. I let him wear a pair of mine. By six we were going out the door, but he was cold and had forgotten to pack a jacket; I let him use one of mine. Finally, a little after six, we were on our way, but he needed to stop at a convenience store for a few items to bring with. By six-thirty, we were again on the way and hit the river by seven. I unloaded the car while he investigated the bank, looking for a nice place to fish from. Finally, we had our spot and I baited and cast out my line. His reel was tangled from the last time he had gone fishing, so he was pulling out line and trying to get it untangled. He also didn't have much tackle with him, so again, he used mine. Finally, by eight o'clock, he was fishing. By a quarter past eight he had a fish on, but he had fallen asleep, so I reeled it in and stowed his line after releasing the fish. I also had a fish on and almost lost it because I was taking care of his stuff instead of watching my line. By noon, I was ready to head home, but he was still sleeping. I had caught about a dozen nice sized trout and released them, keeping only a couple for myself, since nobody else cared for trout. I woke him after I had everything loaded and ready to go, around twelve-thirty. He needed some coffee was upset because I had let him sleep. He also dinked around while he drank his coffee, had to wander off to take a leak, almost got lost, and finally found his way back; he somehow came upon the road we had driven in on and walked back to the river. By one-thirty we were heading back home, but he needed to stop at an ATM first. |
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