On a Sunday Morning Sidewalk...with Sunday Morning Coming Down...anyone know who wrote that song? "and there's nothing like a Sunday..." Anyway, don't worry about it, just was in my mind this morning as it is most Sunday mornings....Can't imagine why.... I think it was Gordon Lightfoot.....
Fishing this weekend, bouncing around Silverhorn Lake in an open boat, man was it rough on Saturday. I love it, nothing like a little life risking to get your blood pumping....Friday night was like a small hurricane, I thought the Lodge might blow off the foundation. I brought a bunch of big rocks into the living room for extra weight. Must have worked because we weathered the storm. Now I have all these friggin rocks inside and my wife is talking about making it into a rock garden. She loves to garden my wife....
Fishing hasn't been great but not too bad either, caught a few, released a few and pretended to have lots of bites to keep it interesting. We also found most of the missing wharf and after a laborious trip managed to get it towed back to the lodge. So now we have the floating parts, the walkways in between are missing, so it requires a running start and a couple of big jumps to get out to the end of it. Kind of fun actually, if you don't mind cold water.
Speaking of Gordon Lightfoot, last night we drove into town, to attend a dance. You know me, renaissance man that I am, fishing one minute, dancing the next, stopping in the middle to write an informative article, and maybe paint a picture.....
Anyway, at the dance I kicked up my heels (Bob Lightfoot) and showed the crowd a few of my fancier moves. After the song ended I was a little out of breath, so I went back to the table to find my wife. (did I mention she doesn't particularly like to dance with me...I don't think she can keep up) So, back at the table I discover her gone, but another lady is sitting there, apparently the Mrs discovered a guy who can 'jive'...(I don't mean a jjjive talker...althought he might be that too), I mean a jive dancer.
The Mrs and her new dance partner were out on the dance floor, and as I looked up, she was kicking up her heels and spinning around like she was on ice....when he slid her between his legs and out the other side and her mini skirt rode up on her ass the crowd cheered...I lit a cigarette.....this was gonna be a long night.....
Whoo friggin whoo...didn't she have fun....in the meantime, while the Mrs and her new partner trip the light fantastic they leave me sitting at the table with the jiver's wife...she apparently doesn't dance....just as well, I was a little tired from doing the Chicken dance all by myself...... No problem, brilliant conversationalist that I am, I can entertain her, except I find out halfway into the enthralling story I am telling her about the significance of geodetic markers in the Nova Scotia landscape and their relationship to the planet Venus, when she writes me a note....a note....I read the note....turns out she is deaf, poor soul.....can't hear a word, and can't speak, doesn't read lips either....
I hesitated for a second, looking back to the dance floor I see the wife was now upside down on her new jive partners back doing some kind of flip that would make the audience of Dancing with the Stars applaud.....and in fact did get some kind of mention from the DJ...so...I took a big drink of my Rum Cokatina and turning back to my new friend, I continued with my story, she sat there smiling....I think she enjoyed it.....
Well, I better get going, Sunday afternoon will be coming down soon and my wife needs her back rubbed, apparently jiving takes its toll.......by the way, did anyone else know you are not supposed to do the chicken dance unless they play the Chicken Dance song....?
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