Homeward Bound!

So the woman from the office who does a lot of the admin came to me yesterday and said: "I can get you a flight out but it's to Hamilton and it leaves tomorrow not Thursday so the bad news is that you'll miss a couple of days of work." then she went on "are you ok with that?" I'm not sure how I answered but I think when I leapt into the air and clicked my heels while yelling "Yahooooooooo!!!" that she got the message. I would hate to spend the day sitting in camp and not getting paid but going home early I am just fine with. I need the break this time. I am sore all over and tired. Not sure why but it just happens to be. I am looking forward to lots of pillow time. I am looking forward to seeing a specialist about my tendinitis. And I need to see the dentist about that filling that fell out. But I am most excited to see how the tomato plants that I put into the ground last turn have grown. I love growing tomatoes. Call it an addiction but the grow well and smell nice when you brush up against them. And nothing tastes quite as good as a BLT sandwich with a tomato fresh from the vine! I think I will probably do some golfing and fishing as well. Of course with my arms hurting as they do I will need to buy new supports for each of them. But I love to golf so that falls into the 'must' category. I also love fishing and especially fly fishing so I will be trekking out to the rivers with my favorite fishing rod in hand. Not sure whether I will try for trout or for bass and pike but any fish will do! Hmmmmmmmnnn! So many things to do and so little time! When I was a boy my Dad and I used to fish a lot. During the long drives to the river we always talked excitedly about our strategy and what we were going to try differently. I would have big, full colour dreams of the fish that I was going to catch and would imagine them fighting at the end of my line! Inevitably the actual trips never lived up to the dreams which I conjured in advance. I think my trips home from Kearl lake are like that. Days like today I baste myself in sweet imaginings. Going home is always a good thing. But they never turn out exactly like the dreams. I'm ok with that of course. And at my age I can tell you that knowing this little truth doesn't take anything away from the sweetness of the dream that is my home. :)