I’ve been "missing" again, and this time I don’t have a good excuse.
Other than, by some trick of the calendar, summer arrived while I wasn’t looking...and by the time I did bother to look, it was already nearly 10 days into August.
Not that I haven’t been taking full advantage of the island respite summer provides once the doldrums of winter pass and the busy work of spring is put to rest.
I have...with all the “toes in the water, ass in the sand” enthusiasm I can muster...I have
Which is part of the problem that leads to my “missing” malady.
Once summer rolls around, whether I’m aware or not, I have a penchant for hanging out the “Gone Fishing” sign...even though I’ve only once put an actual pole in the water with intent; even then, some 50 years or so ago.
And that ended up with me gagging at the sight of fish guts smeared on my fingers and having to be returned to shore where I was adopted by a band of traveling gypsies, who taught me the art of the trapeze.But I digress....