August 21 2012
Well I wasn't exactly fishing for souls but more like bass and trout to be exact. My parents have owned a property in the north for almost 8 years and I have never seemed to find time to go up and visit. The excuses just poured out of me like, "My husband at the time didn't want to go, it was too far away, I was sick, I was getting a divorce" Life happens and seemed to interrupt me going up to their property.
Perhaps you noticed my absence for the last couple days, but perhaps not. I decided to go up. There is nothing on their property except for woods, but fortunately the neighbours next door are long time friends of the family. In fact the husband used to be the reverend in our church. I was aware I had to behave but no well as the reverend is pretty down to earth.
We fished several times, and on our first trip I managed to catch the largest (and only) fish I would on the week end. My daughter caught several and Dad and Gloria caught a bunch. It was wonderful. We had originally planned to travel to Turkey Point, but my vehicle broke and I had to use our vacation moneys to put it back on the road. We sang grace around the table and it reminded me fondly of my childhood. I probably even could have sat through a sermon if he felt so led. It made me long for a church and so now I am looking for a gay friendly church. One who accepts me with my partner as is. Wish me luck.
I'm thoroughly exhausted from all the fun and even though I had taken several naps while I was up there, I'm still pretty beat. I hope I can wrangle some more energy tomorrow. I have some phone calls to churches to make.
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