It was incredibly hot and muggy out. To make things worse, Jim was making regular contributions to the survival of the mosquito species, but he was at that secret hole and the heat and mosquitoes barely registered as he fought what appeared to be an incredibly large brook trout. The odd thing was across his honey hole on the island was a dapper and well appointed piano quintet providing a sound track for his fight with the brook trout. Incredibly and fittingly enough, they were playing Schubert’s piano quintet in A Major.
Just as Jim took his mind off of the trout and wondered what the… a piano quintet was doing in the thick of the Pine River his line got loose and the trout spit the fly and Jim’s eyes flew open; the dream was over but Schubert’s quintet kept playing on his phone telling him it was time to get up and fight another day.
As usual, it would be a struggle, but the struggle for the next two weeks would have less serious consequences than usual. Still, each day is a struggle in its own way. Today Jim would have to fight traffic to complete the last minute errands, to make sure the children had all of the clothes and equipment ready, and that Sally would be satisfied with the preparations and completion of the tasks at hand. She was hard to please at times, but he knew she made him a better man. Sally was still asleep the heavy wool quilt still muffling her figure, she could sleep for a while more since the children were still asleep and she did not have things to really get done until the children were up, and she was to take the first shift of driving.