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Down to 260 on the Ravelry list. Will get invite tonight/tomorrow I hope.
As far as the outdoors stuff, this is how it goes: My dad was a big hunter/fisher. He used to go to the Berkshires every year to hunt, and to the beach every year for the striper run. He got sick when I was 12 and died when I was 15, before he was able to teach me. Not that as a 15 year old girl I was into outdoorsy things. But as I got older, I want to become the person my dad would have wanted me to be. I know my life is very different now than it would be if he was alive. And there are parts of it that I can’t change, but there are parts that I can. I can remember dad taking me fishing when I was small. Staying up late and catching the tide, going to the boat yard to work on the boat. Things like that. When I am out fishing, I feel as though he would be proud of me, continuing on without him. And that is why I want to be outdoorsy.
Since no one I know actually hunts, I’ve taken NUMEROUS classes from Becoming an Outdoorswoman (awesome program, every woman should take part in it). I’m now certified to get my license; all I have to do is save up $100 bucks. Sounds easy doesn’t it? Yeah right. There is always something else that needs that money, a bill, food, need a winter coat, need brakes for the car, etc. But I’m on my way. Once I get my license I’m getting a good cabinet. By then I hope to have someone to hunt with. Because it’s a little weird to spend all this money on something that I don’t know how to do. I’ve thought about joining a club, but am hesitant because I don’t know anyone, and because I’m a girl, it would be like joining a frat.
Fishing is easier. I have all the stuff. My sister comes up from RI one day a weekend to come with me. Our next trip is scheduled for Nov 11th. It’s the Patriot’s bye week so I won’t have to rush home to watch the game. Now I know that I said that fishing is easier, and by that I mean getting the equipment is easier. Karen and I have been out almost every weekend since August, and I’ve been out all summer long. We have yet to catch a fish. We suck. I found a new spot though that is promising. We’re going to go there next trip. And I think I’ll surprise Karen with live bait too. Maybe that will help us catch a fish.
This post isn’t really about knitting, but it is about me.
I’m so stoked. I’m number 575 on the Ravelry list. The Bass Pro Shops opening is coming up, and I’ve almost saved enough money for my FID card. I posted to Craigslist for a hunting buddy. I’m planning on taking EVERY SINGLE class that BPS offers. I just have this feeling that I’m going to meet someone there. Someone who I could possibly date. I’ve definitely been bitten by the wedding bug, but I’m not living in a dream world. As one of the guys at work said, any guy is going to run from my situation. Can you imagine it, “Hi, want to marry me? And live with my mom, and my aunt and pretty soon my nana? Oh, and be our handyman and my accountant-partner?” Yeah, right. But it would be nice to have a boyfriend before my life as a spinster starts. I think that is why I keep eating. If I’m fat, I’m therefore unattractive and don’t have to wallow in why no one likes me. And I don’t have to accept that it’s my personality or my family situation and baggage as to why I have no life. I can tell myself it’s because I’m fat.
So when Karen and I go to the opening of Bass Pro Shops I can be on the lookout for a boyfriend. Or at least someone who will take me hunting.
