This morning I went fishing with Bobby and Dad. I tried to be patient with Bobby so that he could have a good time. I got impatient a few times but it wasn't too bad and we all had a great day on the lake. Dad caught a couple of fish and Bobby got to reel a couple in.
At the boat ramp I broke my prop on the hole in the launch and at first I blamed it on Bobby. I apologized to him afterward and reminded myself that the boat is not more important than him. Also I felt a lingering remorse about the broken prop and had to remember that something like that shouldn't affect my contentment. If it is the I am worshipping a false god.
We had a little fajita dinner in the evening with Mom and Dad. We all had a great time but I was afraid to ask my dad to borrow some money. It turned out OK.
Another "Best Day".
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