Saturday, February 4, 2012
Even before the Superbowl, It's Been A Super Weekend!
Wow, this was a weekend where I actually did something! Friday I worked, and after I got off, I got called back in because of a problem with one of our families. When I finally got home for real, I grated a dozen lemons to make a fresh batch of Limoncello (my sister is out again!), and packed to go on my first Flygirls event, a retreat put on by a local women's fly fishing group. I am not good a social events, strangers, or fishing, but I forced myself to go anyway.
The retreat was 180 miles away, a three hour drive. On the way there, I saw a dozen wild turkeys walking single file, some amazing little villages, and parts of Michigan I hadn't seen before. The final destination was a YMCA camp, on a lake - a very pretty property in the middle of nowhere. I was glad I found it before dark!
I didn't know a single woman there but I am glad that I forced myself to go. The women I met were all different ages, backgrounds and interests, and I had little in common with most of them, but they were happy to share their skills and just generally welcoming and supportive. I perfected a couple of knots that will be very useful when I get out on the stream, and I tied a couple of new (to me) fly patterns (in the INTERMEDIATE class! woot! The froggy is supposed to have eyes, but seriously, I don't think the fish care so I didn't bother. I guess I should have added them just for the photo!)
The retreat was scheduled for two nights but that was a little too much rustic living for me, -- half a dozen women to a cabin, bunk beds with thin plastic mattresses -- so I came home the second evening. When I arrived home after another long drive, I remembered that I had made a quick batch of meringues before I left because I had a couple of egg whites left over from my recent attempt to make my own King Cake (results of which were not worth discussing!). Now usually when I make meringues, I end up eating them all while they are still slightly warm and chewy because I just can't wait. This time I was late leaving for the retreat because I'd been called back to work, so I popped the meringues into the oven and then, just before I went out the door, I turned the oven off and left them there. When I arrived home there they were, waiting for me -- crispy and perfect and calling my name. And thanks to my bloggy friend Emily, I didn't only eat a plateful almost immediately upon my arrival, but I ALSO ate them with (almost real) whipped cream!