Saturday Morning Trawling

 My plan  for today just changed.

It’s Saturday morning and normally I go fishing on Saturdays.

My husband and I planned to drive about ½ hour away to a different town, to donate a car load of items to the Goodwill Store. You see, we have been cleaning out our attics and closets for the past month. And that is just a beginnings of a long project to purge our home and garage of the stuff we accumulated in all the nooks and crannies since we moved here fifty-two  years ago.

We have entered the danger zone.

The sign says, “NO FISHING.”

Connoquenessing Creek, Wurtemburg, Pennsylvania

Shortly after I got up and did some writing today, we were going to take a trip to drop off the boxes of items we packed into our car. But now, it’s raining and dreary.

Secretly, I whispered,

“This is perfect!”

I asked my husband, “Do you want to wait and do it

on Monday afternoon after lunch?”

It’s settled. He does not like to drive in a rain storm, so I can nose about in my favorite fishing site like I do almost  every day. On Saturdays you can usually find me baiting my hooks, casting my lines or angling along the various streams of my favorite fishing holes.  No matter the weather condition or season, I prepare for a day of searching and probing for my best probabilities.  But, I’m not in the rural creek behind my house or in a boat on the warm and pleasant Caribbean Sea in Puerto Rico. Not today.

There’s no need for sun blocker and I can remain in my pajamas as long as I like. With a nice bump of energy from my morning cup of strong coffee and the steady beat of dance music of the islands, I’m all set for my inspired explorations and marathons in the  deep-sea of exotic fishing adventures.

Today, I’ll enter my poetry in an awards contest. I wrote my “Personal Statement” early this morning. Figuring out which poems to send is the hardest part of the submission process.

Many of my poems are published, so I have to do my homework, make certain  I don’t send any that are previously published.  But, who knows! I might get this writing game right as I continue to push myself to do my best.

I’ll just keep casting my bread upon the  turbulent, deep and dangerous  publications waters .

Puerto Rico Beach_Photo by Lynda McKinney Lambert

A rainy Saturday is perfect weather for trawling!

Note:

• First Published: July 24, 2017.
• Revised: May 21, 2019

Lynda McKinney Lambert  writes poems and non-fiction stories  in The Village of Wurtemburg in rural Western Pennsylvania.

She is the author of 3 books:

• Star Signs: New & Selected Poems, will be published in 2019.

• Walking by Inner Vision: Stories & Poems, DLD Books, 2017

• Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage, Kota Press, 2003.

Lynda’s first CHAPBOOK will be published in 2019.

• first snow, is a collection of 30 wintry-themed poems.

Copyright  2017 and 2019. Lynda McKinney Lambert

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