How I spent my morning

Thoughts while in the dentist chair this morning:

• It’s only a week until Imbolc, the Celtic end of winter [end of Celtic winter?]


• I need to refresh my knowledge of fishing with my tenkara rod


• (Hope this visit goes well)


• Valentine’s Day is only three weeks away


• It’ll be wonderful when it’s again warm enough to sit outside and enjoy a coffee at Coffee Talk


• (So far, so good)


• Maybe I should drop by some local fly fishing shops before Valentine’s Day and see what’s new


• St. Paul still hasn’t mastered snow plowing


• (This seems to be going quicker than anticipated)


• Tom Rosenbauer’s Fly Fishing for Trout, The Next Level makes more sense than lots of other books I’ve read on fly fishing, or is it a case of “when the pupil is ready, the master will appear?”


• Time to clean and organize fly fishing stuff


• (Done already? GREAT!)

fly fishing nymphs in a fly box

Photo by J. Harrington

A permanent crown is on the tooth I broke a few weeks ago and a couple of small cavities got drilled and filled. Obviously, I didn’t concentrate on my breathing while meditating in the chair, but anticipatory pleasures of warmer days served the purpose. Soon it will be time to actually go fishing rather than contemplating going fishing. The interim will be spent in yet another futile effort to get organized.

Trout

By Kathryn Starbuck

I do my best 

to keep pointlessness 

at bay. But here, 

wet above my 

knees, I let it fly. 

Here, hot and cold, 

fingers thick with 

thinking, I try to 

tie the fly and look 

for the net, loosening 

the philosophical   

knot of why I came 

here today, not yet 

knowing whether 

I’ll free or fry 

the rainbows 

and browns once 

they’re mine.

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