Mike finally persuaded me to go fishing with him on Friday night. I left work at 5:30, rushed home, changed, and off we went. My family owns a farm in the middle of nowhere Indiana and it has a pond and it’s our favorite fishing hole. Mike and my dad go at least once a month during nice weather times. I haven’t fished since meeting Mike though so he’s been not so patiently waiting to get me out there. My dad didn’t help though. See, when I was young I had a habit of taking a book with me to read while fishing. I don’t know if it was the patience that I had since I was otherwise occupied or what but I would normally catch about twice what every one else caught (with the exception of my father who is a great angler). Dad’s been telling Mike these stories since they first met and Mike wanted to know if it was true.
So we got to the farm and made our way to the pond through the weeds and grass and started fishing. The fish weren’t biting much until it was almost too dark to see the bobber go under. Can’t really fish like that. We brought home 8 fish and….I caught 6 of them. Mike believes my dad now and he still wants to go fishing again. All in all, it was a good night.
Saturday we ventured out to the Hoosier Hills Fiberarts Festival in Osgood, Indiana. It was a blast! Mike and I both learned to use a drop spindle and then promptly bought roving. We’re going to dye the roving with KA and then knit each other hats (if we have enough). Mike’s learning to knit!!! He’s totally bitten by the bug. He’s always wanted a house with some land so he could have horses, but now he also wants sheep and angora rabbits so we can spin yarn. Have I told y’all how much I love my husband??? He’s really quite amazing.
Sunday we spent the day with my parents and my younger brother for Father’s Day. We had a great time and them came home, fell into bed, and promptly doozed off.
It was definitely a busy weekend, but it was so amazing!