Sunday, March 11, 2007
Photo of sled dogs. I've still not finished any of the stories I'm working on, so I'll tell a bit about what's going on right now..
An hour after dark I noticed that Orion and his faithful dog are dropping lower in the western sky. Winter is coming to an end. The snow is melting. Where there is no shade, the bare ground is reappearing as mud. Where the snow is piled deep, it’s dirty. Spring is just around the corner. This morning, I was out just before dawn (thanks to daylight saving time moving us back an hour) and heard birds singing.
A friend of mine has taken up fly-trying (he’s the guy I paddled and fished the Pere Marquette with last spring—the trip on which I lost a rod). L’s found a pattern for a Caddis supposedly used by Hemingway. He sent me a half dozen of them. It won’t be long before the ice will give way to open water and trout will be back in season.
What could be more fun on a Saturday afternoon than to be a servant at an American Girl Spa Party? Yes, that was me, in a house full of young ladies and a few older ones, along with a dozen over-priced dolls. I did things like haul water pails for soaking feet and handed out towels while third grade girls lounged around with a mixture of oatmeal and yogurt on their faces and cucumber slices over their eyes. My daughter is getting too old, I’m already missing Barney. But the party was great fun; that is until later in the evening when I found oatmeal and a hint of yogurt on the sliced cucumbers in my salad. I’m not that big into recycling. A year or so ago, my sidekick Nevada Jack railed against America Girl. Personally, I just wish I had their marketing savvy, but I’ll have to say that their birthday kit made it easy to arrange the party.