quality time

Quality Time with My Papaw: a haiku/haibun

It was a miserably hot Saturday when all of us kids and our chaperones loaded up for our first annual church youth group fishing trip. Of course we could not have known the weather would be so inhospitable when we scheduled our outing. Hot, sun baked, and dripping with sweat, we all sat for hours waiting for just one bite, even a nibble, on our fishing lines. After what seemed like days not hours, my Papaw finally said, “Well, I reckon it’s time to try something different”.

He reeled in his fishing line and I saw him fiddling about with his tackle; I had no idea what he was doing but whatever it was, I thought, couldn’t produce anything less than we already had. While he changed over to whatever his new idea was my cousin and I went back to our futile attempt to catch something, anything!

A few minutes past and I heard Papaw begin to chuckle as his real began to spool in line. Whatever he had changed in his fishing set up seemed to have made a difference; Papaw had the first bite of the day! All of us kids and the adults, too, that were near him began to gather around to see what he had on his line. After a few minutes of fighting the fish who had taken his bait, Papaw had indeed landed the first catch of the day. But in reality he had out done us all even more than we realized; there was not one fish on the end of his line but two fair sized catfish!

When we asked what he had done he explained, as he laughed so hard tears streamed down his cheeks, what his new setup was. He had split his line and put on two hooks about 12″ apart. Each hook was baited with something no one would have guessed to try as by bait: bubblegum! He explained that with the water conditions he had a hunch that the bright pink, floating odd-shaped bait would be too tempting for the fish to not bite at; his hunch was spot on. The sly old fisherman had outwitted not only us but the fish as well. 

Summers longest day
Stirs memories of Papaw
Spending time fishing

Linked to CDHK challenge long day/summer solstice.

Quality Time #BeWoW

I’ve been very busy of late, or not felt so great, and haven’t been doing much/any of the things I enjoy; I eluded to this yesterday. Some of the things keeping me busy are badlly needed projects around the house, many of wich I can’t do or need help with. Yesterday was one of those days.

Our front door was in bad need of refinishing; I think it had beeen three or four years since I last did it. The past two winters have been pretty harsh and took a toll on the wooden door’s finish. So we decided that this week my son and I would take it down, do some badlly needed filling, sand it, restain and seal it, along with replacing the hardware. Tuesday was the pick day: he was off work, my grandson was not here and the forecast looked decent for the work (though the weather changed and the cooler temperatures and high humidity threw us a curveball, slowing us down quite a bit).

The project took all day, starting around 10 am and ending around 7 pm. And we still have some finishing up to do tomorrow, if the weather forecast holds and my body is up to it; yesterday’s activties, even though my son did the brunt of the hard stuff, has me down stiff and aching today. After a rocky start to the project we soon settled into a rhythm of sorts and worked well together all day long, not always the case! LOL

During this day-long project we had some good, quality time together. We talked – a lot – and we joked around as we do – a lot – as we toiled. I also got the opportunity to teach him how to properly use power sanders, the right way to strip the wood, how to apply the stain, install a new deadbolt and door hardware, how to make and color our own wood filler, and probably a few other things I’m forgetting. 

© Greg Wolford I had to learn all of these things on my own; Dad died when I was 9-years old and I had no one to teach me the things a boy learns from his father. And, until recently, my son hasn’t been too interested in learning many of the things that I can and am able to teach him. So it was a really great – and productive – day all togther.

Greg, my son, is 25 now. The point? Our “kids” don’t have to be pre-adolescents, toddlers, teens, etcetra for us to bond with, teach and spend good quality time with them; they can be any age – if you (both) are willing and make the time, and put in the effort to do it.