Some days, the Lord knows what you need to do.
Yesterday, I found an old fly rod in the basement, no idea where this came from, seems to be lighter than a 5/6, maybe a 3/4? It was corroded and nasty, but I cleaned it up and found an old Pflueger Medalist reel that had some rotted line on it. I cleaned up the rod, and stripped the reel and cleaned it up. My daughter had driver ed road lessons today, so I went and got some backing and line and leaders and decided I'd try fly fishing again. I really like it, but I just really suck at it.
We got home, and I had to bring my son somewhere, so I had about 2.5 hours to kill, gonna go fishing.
Then I noticed that the grass needed cutting. OK, but I don't have gas, so I went and got some. My mower died on the first pass, I didn't have the throttle high enough and didn't notice, it bogged down and died. I need a new battery, but haven't gotten around to do it yet, so I got the jumper out, and it's dead.
I tried to do the "right thing". Honest.
But all I could do now was go fishing. Didn't catch anything, but it's a better day than cutting grass.