My Dying Diary #11

Well, so much about my bragging that this will be a daily thing, it's been more than a week since I wrote here.

It's not been a bad week or a good week, except that it's good because it hasn't been bad.

The fishing is getting better, except for it's been raining a lot here, which makes the fishing better for catching fish but worse for getting out and catching them. I like sunny-weather fishing better that foul-weather fishing. Being wet and miserable is OK for a while, but after an hour or so, even when I'm catching fish, I want to go home.

My strength and endurance seem to be continually improving. I'm getting where I can count on having a good day if I pace myself accordingly. I haven't overdone it since the last time that I wrote.

Nothing new on the neighbor with the dog. He's laying low, I guess. Damn good thing.

I've spent a few days working on my boat. It's in pretty good shape generally, but the electronics on it are really old and they are so much better now that I thought I'd replace most of them. And get a GPS system while I'm at it. This is a pretty big lake, and it will be really nice to know exactly where I am all of the time. I know this lake like the back of my hand, but when the fog rolls in... I can't see the back of my hand, either. The GPS will pay for itself the first time that I need it.

My dealings with my daughter continue to be cordial. She calls me, I call her, we have normal father-daughter conversations. It's really nice. Neither of us ever mentions her mother, which is key in this situation, I think. That's about the only thing that we have trouble with.

I have decided not to worry about my will at this time. It seems to me like I can live forever. That may change overnight, I know, but I think that until it does, I will live my life that way. Day by day, enjoying each precious moment.

Sometimes I really wish that I had a granddaughter. I would like to have another chance at raising a girl-child. I would not make the same mistakes that I did with my daughter, even though she seems to have matured rather well in spite of me.

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