It’s a stat holiday. Therefore, it shouldn’t be like a Monday. But it was.

Six hours of fishing today resulted in, no fish, five lost lures, sticking a hook in my finger, catching a can full of sludge, tripping and dropping my rod and reel in the fucking river and having to fish it out with a branch hoping it wouldn’t float away, watching people 40 feet away catch a trout on their first goddamn cast after getting there when I’d been there for three hours already.

Upon returning home, so very empty handed, I decided to cut the lawn. I managed a full cut of the back and reset the height to do a second cut, made one line across the yard and bent the blade on a goddamn stump that’s deep in the grass. Plus, I missed a pile of dog shit while picking it up and rolled the wheels through it. A trip to Canadian Tire, Walmart and Rona resulted in finding out that absolutely no 21 inch blades exist in Sylvan Lake, so it’s out of commission until I can find one. Of course, reading the instruction manual says that before changing the blade, you should empty the gas tank. Which means running it until it’s empty. After having just filled it up.

So, yeah.

At least there are homemade cookies. And beer.

But yeah. Fuck today.