I've finally found my way to the bedroom, early tonight, after several days of lower back aches and cramping. This IUD is coming out, very soon. It's made things so much harder. I'm done. This evening, I have a heating pad. ugh
Tomorrow's Valentine's Day and I had already bought some cards and candy... I hadn't been planning to buy a gift-gift. But today I thought of the perfect thing, and I tried to get to that type of store... one said it was open until 7pm. After racing to be there in time to shop, I found the parking lot abandoned and the neon "OPEN" sign, dark.
In desperation, I went to the only place that might have anything, Wal-Mart. But that too was a no go. This is a specialty item. Might as well tell you, since it didn't happen... it was "hackles", at least I think that's what it's called... it's a feathered craft material for tying your own flies, for fly fishing. He's out of them and they're sold from specialty stores or online. Too bad I didn't think of it sooner. :(
Anyway, I may still try to go, to a closer-to-work store, over my lunch tomorrow. Near work, it's a good area for fly fishing... which we haven't explored yet. This area has a few rivers perfect for wading. The only problem is I CAN'T CATCH WELL. haha I wish it weren't true! But I LOVE fishing.
When I was little, my dad took me fishing once... Paint Creek.... we fished off a giant squared off boulder, or maybe it just looked giant to my young self. I caught an albino fish of some kind, maybe 6 inches. There's a photo somewhere, I think, just not online. It was way before "online".
After that I was hooked. Unfortunately, I spent the rest of my childhood wishing my dad would take me fishing again, but never really going. Imagine my continued disappointment when down at the lake on vacation with extended family, my aunt and uncle got up to go fishing early one morning and though I begged my parents to let me go with them, my parents wouldn't even ask my aunt and uncle if I could go with them, it was their couples time, looking back. But still, my heart sank.
Dad had four kids to feed, put through catholic schools, and take on family vacations. Dad was a machinist for GM. I used to ask him, "Dad, what do you make at work?" "Money" he'd say. And for the longest time I thoroughly believed dad made metal coins at work. *shrugs* I was young. :) But dad knew what all parents know, if you buy something for one of them, they will ALL want it. And that was expensive. No fishing licenses for us. Anyways, dad worked all the overtime he was ever offered, 16 hour days for days at a time. Unions have lists, rules, and dispute resolution processes. he played by the rules and never missed out on maximizing overtime pay.
But it left little time for fishing.
Enter spaceman who fares from a river fishing family. The stories include stopping to fish open spaces... spaces that are now long since all owned, divided and marked "KEEP OUT". There's also an incredibly hilarious "when the fish really start hitting" story of his dad's. But it's not mine to tell. ;)
Spaceman takes me fishing every time I ask. If he's feeling blue, there's a good chance you'll find him getting lost in his healing process while casting his lines. He catches at least something EVERY TIME we go fishing! grr But not me. It doesn't matter. I would sit there all day if the weather cooperated. One time, lol, we rented kayaks to fish.... I actually caught 2 that day... and then we realized we had 3.5 miles left to go on a 5 mile course and about 15 minutes until sunset, until dark. It's hard to navigate a river at night and we had no flashlights. That was the most wild, determined rowing I've done in my life - or ever will again. When I'm 80, I want those memories.
Spaceman makes my life memorable. I know that I have truly been loved. And I know what truly loving feels like. It's not all easy, but it's beyond worth it.
Happy Valentine's Day to you all, My Love included. <3
