He was rowing steadily and it was no effort for him since he kept well within his speed and the surface of the ocean was flat except for the occasional swirls of the current. He was letting the current do a third of the work and as it started to be light he saw he was already further out than he had hoped to be at this hour.
I worked the deep wells for a week and did nothing, he thought. Today I'll work out where the schools of bonita and albacore are and maybe there will be a big one with them.
Some days are fantastic. High school graduations. Weddings. Births of children. Family gettogethers (sometimes). Days at Disney World or at the beach.
Other days are just a matter of rowing, rowing, rowing until the boat gets to some safe shore.
Today wasn't fantastic. It wasn't all rowing, either. I worked all day. Reports and emails and compiling statistics. Then, a really long meeting. That was the rowing part.
In the evening, I hosted a reading by a bestselling author, Karen Dionne. She wrote The Marsh King's Daughter and The Wicked Sister. That was the fantastic part. She talked about her life and her writing life. The movie adaptation of The Marsh King's Daughter is going to be released soon. Daisy Ridley, the actress who played Rey in the recent Star Wars sequels, plays the title character in it. Doing the math, that means I am now one degree of separation away from Mark Hamill and Harrison Ford and Carrie Fisher. That was the fantastic part.
After the reading, I met up with a good friend for beer and pizza. It was a lovely way to end the day. We sat outside, got rained on a little, and solved life's problems. Too bad nobody was around taking notes. Got home around 10:30 p.m. I was beat, but my son and I found a terrible Bigfoot movie to watch for a little while.
Not all days can be Space Mountain. And not all days are the Bataan Death March, either.
Saint Marty had an On Golden Pond kind of day--some rowing and some loon calling. Not too bad.
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