Since my last post I’ve managed to accomplish a few things. I mopped the floors and was pretty proud of myself for achieving that. I did however just mop the parts of the floor that my son puked on, but nevertheless, I mopped half of the living room.
The poor guy got sick just after I picked him up from kindergarten and couldn’t hold anything down. Thankfully it only lasted for three or four hours and then he fell asleep and woke up fine the next day. My main concern was of course his well being but after that one, was my plan to go fishing on Sunday. Got my mother in law to take care of him and then drove of to meet my uncle. We took his car and drove for about five or six hours to this beautiful river packed with huge salmon. The first day, all I caught was my son’s sickness. The second day we caught nothing. But we saw some beautiful salmons jumping and the landscape was amazing. In fact we loved this river so much that we decided to come back next year. The other guys that were fishing (One of them is leasing the river) caught three or four salmons (all released again back in to the river like the rules state for this place). The conditions weren’t in our favor, hot and the sun was shining. The salmon was easily startled.
I came back late on Monday evening and went straight to bed. The next day I went to a confidants (or is it called representatives) course. Came back home and felt a bit under the weather. The diagnoses read out man flu. 92.7 degrees and I was out. Couldn’t do anything. Even had to ask my girlfriend to fetch my vape and a beer for me.
But being tough as nails, I shook this flu off me during the night and went back for the third and final day of the course today (missed the first one, had to fish). Came home and spent some time with my son while the misses prepared dinner. She then went out to meet her friends and shortly after that I put my son to bed.
I decided to work on one of my goals which is to read more, or currently it is to read just some piece of paper at all. I read of course a lot on my phone and I stay in touch with local and global news but picking up a book, let alone a novel (I’m more into books like the sixth extinction) has till this time been a Utopian dream. I picked up one of those fantasy novels by Daniel Polansky, called A city dreaming. It’s the third time I’ve picked up this book and started reading. I’m at page 28. The narrative was not designed for an A.D.D. person. I think that there are more than one reality going on in this story. Characters just pop in, like the author just suddenly mentions their name like I’m supposed to know who they are and everything in this story is supposed to give you the sense that there is nothing normal in this world. I’m not saying it’s a bad book, it’s just confusing as hell for a person like me and prior to this book, I haven’t read anything besides Ikea instructions for the past three years.
That’s all for today, work tomorrow and then I have to postpone harvesting the potatoes for the 10th day in a row. I’m sure I’ll do it before the winter.
Hurricranium 