The fish

It is Wednesday. The weather here is Fox Lake is beautiful. I desperately need to buy myself some rubber boots because the roads are all just mud...and my shoes are getting filthy. After school, Gayle and I walked to the Northern to buy myself a couple groceries, and the walk was so great that I decided to go for a run as soon as I got home. I ran down the main road, from my home to the Peace River and back. It took 40 mins. I am going to do this every day I think, and gradually build up till I am running for at least an hour every day. Maybe I can still train for a half marathon!

Anyways, I got home and invited my friend from Fox Lake, Nancy, over. We chatted for a long time and had tea together. As we were talking, there came a knock at the door. I answered, and a man was standing against my door frame. I have met him briefly before...but why was he at my door?

"Do you like fish?" He asked.

"Yes." I replied.

The man then left my porch, and I wasn't really sure what was happening. I just kinda stood there and waited. It was too dark outside to see where he had gone to. A few moments later, he came back, with a huge fish the length of this long arm in his hand. WOW! He asked me if I knew how to cut it and I said yes, in theory, but no in practice. The man came in and Nancy and I watched as he expertly filleted that fish on my kitchen counter top. As he worked, the fish flapped about. Even when one whole side of the fish had been filleted and he had turned it over to do the other side, it still was flinching! It made the blood and slim and guts spray in my kitchen. How cool! After he was done, he said, "Call your dad and ask him how to cook it." I had told him that my dad makes great fish, and he does! The fish is Pickerel. I have about $60 of fish in my fridge and freezer! How cool! And I can't wait to cook it...recipes anyone?

Before he left, he gave Nancy two fish, in a plastic bag. Her and I sat down and drank tea again, and screamed every time her fish, sitting on my kitchen floor in the bag, would flap, as they took their last gasp. Finally, we threw them into the deep freeze, after carefully inspecting them in curiosity, and laughed about our adventure for the rest of the night.

I woke up this morning and went upstairs to have breakfast. My kitchen stinks like fish!