Word of the Day: Riviation, meaning: (simply) fishing.
So it just hit me here and now, at 8:26 AM while I'm typing this (and the song 8:16AM by 311 chimes into my brain here and now -http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTJCEk4NeYA) that I've never ever gone on a riviation trip with my grandpa. He's 85, 86, 87? I don't even know. I'm going to become one of those stereotypical family members who can't remember any of his relatives' ages. Can't even remember my own nephews'. I DIGRESS, I've never been gone riviating with that man. He's in his later 80's, dropped a boat on his head this past year, endured a consequential concussion, and is still living enough to tell me, "that's the longest I've held a fart today!" every single time he shakes my hand. Great stuff.
It's weird to me. Isn't riviation with your grandpa like hunting with your dad or something? Not like I view family values with any sort of repute, nor can I ever remember hunting with my father (though I do remember sitting in the woods with guns). But carpe diem, in the context of Ovid, yes? Well...I suppose I messed that one up for this season, at the very least. Riviation season is over, winter is almost here, and the gramps' blood gets another year colder in the passing of the two seasons.
Pact to self: go fishing with the gramps next Spring. Especially when he's pulling out 42" catfish, taking them home, and actually eating them. No idea why he isn't getting all the ladies...
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