So last evening after MOM picked me up from Bert's place I was surprised that instead of heading home, MOM took us to a fishing spot. This was strange because it was dark. Now MOM and I have fished in the dark plenty of times, but usually it is when we are camping or backpacking. Not after a long day at work. But MOM said she needed to think about stuff and sometimes fishing is the only thing to put her in the right frame of mind. Who am I to argue. If it means a little adventure, even in the dark, I'm all for it. (Yes she always has fishing gear in the car). So there we were, standing along the bank, MOM deep in thought, when all of the sudden, BAM, the fishing pole almost flew out of her hands. I don't think she was really expecting to catch anything, except perspective and insight. I was doing the happy fishy dance on the bank as my MOM tried reeling in the fishy. All the while thinking, "Oh boy fish for dinner or maybe MOM would make that fish jerky I love so much."
Wooooo Hooooo fish for dinner. I love fish!! I am MOM's sue chef.
"Ummmm MOM? I think we need a bigger pan."
I'm not sure if MOM gained the insight she was looking for. Butt I gained a tasty meal.