It’s Saturday morning just before the break of dawn, why am I awake? I’m off work today and threats of rain and thunderstorms this afternoon, so why am I awake when it’s not even daylight outside? I ask myself that same question over and over while I get up and stumble to the bathroom, then to the kitchen to make coffee. I tell myself I could go fishing but I really don’t want to get caught in a storm. Just not particularly up for that today.
I make my coffee and let Dispatch out of her kennel. We step out onto the front porch. She stands at the top of the steps sniffing the air as though she’s testing out her surroundings before she leaps off the porch and down the steps to take care of her morning business.
Thoughts continuously turn in my mind as I stand there watching the daylight begin to show through the darkness. I make a mental list of things that I would like to do today. With camping and fishing heavily on my mind I decide to take this time to make sure all my camping gear is in order and ready for that first camping trip this year. Spring is finally just around the corner and when my vacation time comes, I want to be able to back my truck up to the storage shed and load my gear from one location.
Dispatch finishes her business and runs back up the steps and stands next to me as if she is asking, “What now?, Where are we going?, What are we gonna get into today?” I can’t help but laugh a little as I finish my coffee and go back for more. I think that dog reads my mind sometimes.
I start my mental to do list pulling my sleeping bag, cot, and blankets from the closet. They need to be packed up and stored with the rest of my gear. I ran into a glitch that puts this project on hold until Dwain gets home. I can’t find the spare key to the shed and of course Dwain has his keys with him. In the meantime, everything is laid out just waiting to go in the storage. So, I start my next project…
My worms! I have started my own little worm farm for fish bait. Last year, I couldn’t seem to keep them long enough to reproduce before I used them, so I just recently purchased another 250 night crawlers to add to the few that I had left. My intentions are to maybe keep enough to reproduce before I use them. I came out to add worm feed and realized with that amount of worms I may need bigger containers, so off to the store I go. I purchased two more plastic totes and of course they need ventilation. I spend the next half hour punching holes in the top and a few in the bottom of one of my totes. The top for ventilation and bottom for drainage. That tote will sit raised inside the second tote to prevent escape. We will see how this works out. I may or may not be looking for other techniques in the near future. I’m open for suggestion if anyone is experienced with worm farms.
With all the thoughts from this morning and my mental to do list, it turns out that this day will simply be busy doing nothing. I have managed to get my cast iron grill grates cleaned and reseasoned but during my sitting spells to ease the back pain I have found that I am enjoying the peacefulness of sitting outside listening to the birds. No phones ringing, no stressful calls. I hear children playing off in the distance taking me back in thoughts of my own childhood, and the occasional rooster crow brings back memories of my grand parents.
I look out across the yard and see a red bird perched on a tree branch. I’ve always heard that a red bird signifies that someone we have lost is near. I wonder who could it be. Could that be why I seem to be lost in my memories and enjoying this peacefulness today?
There is dampness in the air but still no rain. I check the fishing forecast on my phone and it shows very poor conditions for today, maybe tomorrow will be better. Today, I will just enjoy this nostalgia feeling and keep busy doing nothing.