Well, Jim loaded up the camper and left for the Grand Ronde River this morning. Steelhead are running, and there is no bigger fishing thrill than catching one on a flyrod. The area is remote and beautiful. It is his favorite place to fish. I wish I could be there with him, but someone needs to bring home a paycheck to keep the wolf away from the door, and the fish in the freezer. I love my work, it's a good thing, since my retirement accounts have taken a huge puke!! It looks I will need to work for three or four days after I'm dead. I am beyond the worry and fret phase, and now just plug away, and hope there is enough money for the month.
Fortunately, I love second-hand stores, garage sales, and such. I'm a pretty good bargain hunter and refuse to pay full price for anything!! Groceries have gotten real pricey, and the cost of keeping these eight kids (in grown-up bodies) fed has taken a big bump. I know everyone is in the same boat, and frankly, I am grateful to have a great job and am able to provide for the basics and an occasional fishing trip for ol' Brando.
