My Life

If the title of this blog was good enough for Bill Clinton's autobiography then it's good enough for me. It is about the day in the life of a person at Ten Mile Lake, Hackensack, Cass County, home of the Ojibwa tribe, Minnesota.(Word is the Indian casino doesn't cheat anymore)
It's turned out to be like every other lake day at the plantation; a ho-hummer. Back in Ohio my warm weather months consisted primarily of four items; golf, naps, television and blogging. At the lake I've made a drastic change. I do not, repeat, do not watch television. It's not that I don't wish to do so. We don't have access to cable. Once in awhile we can pick up CBS but that's it. I could have sworn Katie Couric was on that station; or was it a more irrelevant person?
Today's events began by getting up at 5:30. The kid next door is on a golf scholarship to the Univ. of South Dakota. I've know Tyler since he was aged 4. There isn't a nicer young man in the world. He comes by it naturally. His parents are the same way. Anyway, there's a wonderful golf course forty minutes south of us and Tyler asked me to play with him and another teammate who is spending the summer with him. Since it was a freebie what could I say. Ty-guy said to me last night, "Make sure you're ready to go at 6 am". Well, there I was, waiting in my car at 6:15. I've been down this road before so I rapped on their bedroom windows to get them out of bed.
It was a very pleasant day. They played well. Since I'm still a beginner at the game I didn't.
The best thing that happened today was I got a haircut. I've been waiting a long time to get a 'cut' from Terry the Barber in Hackensack. I called Terry to tell him I was coming in and he had the end loader ordered; ready and fired up to shove my excess into the garbage dumpster. Wanna know why life is interesting? There was an old-timer ahead of me who had, and I counted them, fourteen hairs on his head. I have 14 zillion, two hundred billion plus and we're both charged the same fee; ten dollars!
It took Terry 15 seconds to cut the guy's hair and that included a neck shave and nose hair elimination. For me, Terry started at 1 PM, went to lunch at 2:30, came back at 12:35 and finished the job at 4. I tip Terry well; always slip him a sawbuck. He likes me a lot. Minnesotans and Iowa farmers tips are "Thanks Bub"!
Looking at the lake when I came home the waves are out of the north. This might be an old wives tale but it the wind is out of the south for two days expect rain. That's usually the case, anyway.
Oh, I forgot. After the haircut I stopped in to the Hackensack library. Their policy is this. Pick out a book. Sign your name. Bring it back when you wish. I only read non-fiction. There were a grand total of six books of my liking in the building. Seriously!
I took a nap today. Nothing exciting there but I did have a couple lollapalooza dreams.
In looking at the lake and the westerly sun this evening I noticed the waves are out of the north. It might be an old wives tale but us northern folks say two days of southerly winds mean a hard rain. That's usually the case.
I'm dieting again. Two protein shakes per day and two baked potatoes with catsup at dinner. I surely am Spartan-like material.
Lizzie and I will be snuggled in bed tonight. Temps will be in the upper 40's. Maybe the walleye will start to bite. If they don't there truly aren't any in our lake.
That's about it. I have pressing issues tomorrow: take out the garbage, change a light bulb, put some fishing poles on hooks. Already I'm exhausted.
That's what happens to sexy and interesting people like me when I describe my life.