It is that time of the year again for the annual "Boys Fishing Trip" up to Rock Creek Reservoir. This trip is not like a weekend to the property. The journey begins at least two to three weeks before the actual trip. The phone starts ringing off the hook- lists are being made, camping gear, fishing poles, fishing gear, start taking up residence in the living room. The tent has to go up in the back yard to make sure all the correct pieces are there and that it can be set up properly. I am sure the neighbors are wondering why we are putting the tent up when it is pouring down rain and the wind is blowing.
The weekend before is spent hooking up the boat and my brother in law's trailer to make sure that all lights are working correctly. Once that is done then there are several trips to the sporting goods store to stock up on lures, line, hooks and anything else that will help them catch the fish. These are then brought home and laid out on the floor to inspect.
My mother in law, my sister in law and myself just sit back and watch this all unfold in a timely manner. It is amazing to watch these three men organize a trip like it a huge production. The beauty of it is that we do get to sit back and just watch. It is their trip and they take care of every detail.
I do not like this trip. It consumes Tony's every waking moment up until he pulls out of the driveway. I wonder who the guy is that I am living with - what did he do with my husband. The Tony I know has checked out. It is sometimes like I am having a conversation with myself when I talk because he didn't hear a word I said. I am glad he is going- who wouldn't want to go away for four days and do nothing but what you love to do- in Tony's case it is fishing and mine is scrapbooking.
I am looking forward to the quietness that will fall over my house tomorrow afternoon once Tony is on his way. I can catch up on some scrapping, reading or phone calls, but I know that no matter how much I like having this time to myself, I love having Tony around- and the time won't go quick enough until he pulls back into the driveway. I am so looking forward to having my husband back.