Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
Just spent some time down on the Pacific in a tiny village that brings in THE BEST fish everyday! I am spoiled now, but back home to “rainy skies and gales”. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLeZsdoKVkc
Now there’s an endless topic of stories, movies, jokes and conversations. Lake fishing, fly fishing, deep sea fishing, ice fishing, jigging…etc.
The fishing stories of Zane Grey (actual name Pearl Zane Grey, poor guy- imagine the torment he must have endured for that) are some of the best.
Then there are fishing jokes about our neighbors to the north:
A Canadian angler leaves the bar after a few too many drinks and decides to go ice fishing.
He grabs his gear, steps out onto the ice, and starts to cut a hole when he hears a booming voice shout: “THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!”
The man jumps up and looks around, but he doesn’t see anyone. He carries on cutting into the ice, and again, the voice booms:”THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!”
He looks around yet again. Still nobody. Am I going crazy he asks himself?
The man stumbles to a new spot and starts drilling another hole when the voice shouts for a third time: “THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!”
The man looks up into an intense, blinding light and says, “Is that you, God?”
The voice answers, “NO YOU IDIOT. IT’S THE MANAGER OF THE SKATING RINK!”
You gave both me and my DH a good laugh ! Thank you!
This is a repeat of a post I made on the old site because I don’t know who has moved over here yet.
I have a request to make. It is a sincere inquiry. I have a friend who is a brilliant woodworker. Over the years he has gifted me with so many lovely pieces. I used to send him a subscription to Woodworker magazine for Christmas, but have not been able to afford it for the past two years. This Christmas he gifted DH and I with two wonderful hand-crafted gifts. I am trying to think of something that says “THANK YOU. YOU ARE LOVED”. Perhaps, there is a great book on fine woodworking, or some special little tool. Something unique, and especially lovely. I thought maybe someone here might have a suggestion. If you have any ideas please pass them along. DH and I feel this is the year we want to do something very special–because he is such a special friend. He always thinks of me as his “mom”. Thank you in advance for your thoughts.
Hard to beat a decent bottle of red table wine such as J Lohr Cab, Chateau St. Michelle Cab or one of the Ravenswood Zinfandels. If your friend is as old as me, he doesn’t need anything, but something nice and consumable might be appropriate.
Thank you for giving us both a good laugh!
Looks like a good ole grandpa.