Archive for January, 2010

I don’t know who invented ice fishing but I wish they would have asked my permission before telling the 11 year-old about it.

Here’s how it works on the lake near my house.  We put three layers of clothes on.  The boy gathers his stuff.  I pack something to drink and eat into my Cabella’s bag (having something from Cabella’s gives you instant “lake cred”).

I get into the warm car and drive to the lake but make the boy walk the half of mile so that the frigid air begins to break him down before he even arrives. 

A cigar-smoking 17 year-old is always there with his gas-powered drill.  Without him we’d be unable to fish.  He makes the holes in the ice.  I can only hope that his smoking habit will take its toll before next winter. 

So today I took a chair and a blanket.  I took my iPod Touch too.  I sat in my chair and put the blanket over my head.  I played Scrabble until my naked hand needed coverage. 

The lake is within walking distance of the house.  I can see it during the winter from my front porch.  There was at least a 20 degree difference between my front porch and the middle of the lake. 

There was not even a slight breeze as I left the house.  The wind on the middle of the lake was blowing snow crystals through my layers of fabric. 

Yes, Ice Fishing is probably a wonderful activity if you are in one of those warm lake tents with a TV and some finger food.  It’s probably even more enjoyable if you’re drunk out of your mind.

I spent two hours today on a large ice-cube in Unionville, CT.  It was cold and windy and the 11 year-old loved every minute of it. 

Imagine if he actually catches a fish!



Posted: January 2, 2010 in Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah, Holidays, My Ankle

I turned 46 years-old on New Years Eve.

I spent a little more than half of the day at work.  It wasn’t so bad though.  My boss took me to a Chinese place for lunch.  I had the shrimp and brocoli and substituted chicken for pork in the fried rice.  We talked about Malcolm X and how successful I am going to be in 2010.  Downtown Waterbury looked peaceful and pretty after a few inches of fresh snow.

I went over our friends’ house with the family for dinner, chocolate martinis, and games.  They made me a cake and card and sang Happy Birthday.  By 12:15am we were home and getting ready for bed.

I turned 46 on New Years Eve. 

I still think I’m kind of sexy though: especially if you like chubby cheeks; and a little more belly than chest; a painful limp; and teeth that needed an orthodontist in 1980. 

I just turned 46.

I’m in a reflective mood.  My birthday and the sparkly ball usually put me in that state of mind. 

I don’t have a flat-screen TV yet.  I don’t have a camcorder that was made after 1992 or a car that was assembled after 1999.  My July taxes are still due to the town and they’re getting more pissed-off by the week.  Most of the mail ends up in a huge wicker basket because I can’t stand looking at it.

My ankle hurts with every step I take and I feel like the king of pain (my apologies to Sting). 

I’m 46 now.

But I played ice hockey a bit today.  I’m serious.  My doc told me not to run or jump.  He didn’t say anything about ice skating. 

I met a new friend and his little hockey-playing son down at the lake this afternoon.  They were lacing up their skates and I got an old familiar feeling that last crossed my path in high school. 

I hobbled back around the corner and up the short steep hill back to my house.  I found the ladder, ignored the pain, and climbed up to the loft in the bike shed.  My skates, stick, and gloves were all there.  I put my calf-high socks on and balanced the hockey net on top of the car.  When I got to the lake two minutes later, my new friend and his son had just finished shoveling the rink that they had cleared a few days earlier.

I told them both about my ankle and that if they heard a “snap!”, to call my wife and 911.  At least I had a built-in excuse if I looked pitiful or even worse once my skates were laced.

If it was painful sliding my way out to the rink with my boots on, it was 5 times as bad with semi-new hockey skates on.  I didn’t care.  I started out skating like it was 30 years later.  I didn’t care.  Soon I was taking passes and hitting the upper far-side corner of the net.  “He shoots!  He scores!” 

Goddamn I was in extreme pain.  I wondered how it would feel if I could just dip my leg ankle-deep into one of the many ice fishing holes that were close by. 

My poke-check was superb though and even if my new friend’s son had been 19 instead of 9 (but on the Travel Hockey team), I’d still would have been able to thwart several of his dashes to the net.  Eventually I had to retire, at least for the day. 

Back to the reflection thing and the New Year.  I have a lot to be thankful for and look forward to.  I was with all 5 of my children on Christmas Eve and for the first time in a while, had a feeling that they were all in a “good place”. 

The tumors that keep attacking my ankle are not cancerous.  And I have a new career that I’m hoping will help me to see the bottom of the wicker basket sometime soon as well as getting the town to leave me alone.

I have more friends than I ever thought I could possibly collect and flat screen TV’s keep coming down in price. 

I’m hoping to find time to add to the Blah Blah Blog on a weekly (or more) basis once again.  I miss sharing my totally meaningless thoughts with people who either think I’m already crazy, or hardly know, or don’t know at all.

Enjoy the rest of the holiday weekend and spend some quality time with your children.  One day you’ll wake up and you’ll be walking your daughter down the aisle.  It all goes by so quickly… try to slow it down as much as possible.