When All Else Fails...
I'm going to the lake this weekend.
A friend of mine has rented a cabin and planned a charter fishing trip, where she and her adult son and his girlfriend will angle for striper bass, while I stay at the cabin reading by the water's edge.
I wish fishing interested me but it doesn't.
It's hot, buggy, stinky and if successful, entails too many entrails.
What does interest me is getting far away from the city, enjoying the breeze over the water and cooking whatever they catch...as long as it's filleted and not too creepy.
Here, come with me for a moment:
Y'all have a good weekend.