The Winter Blues

 I still have not been able to settle into any fly tying yet. This winter seems to discourage the thought of spring as a possibility. As I stare at the jumble on my workbench, which will need cleaning up just to make room for my tying vise, tools and supplies, I realize that I still have not finished the last two wraps on that Bamboo rod I have been working on forever. There are several half-finished Dobson Clip projects randomly scattered. They stare at me accusingly. Sprinkled on top of everything else is a pile of notes for articles I have not gotten around to writing. On it goes.

Just listing those few of the things awaiting my attention and energies reminds me of the time my brother Al told me he was feeling down, un-invigorated, listless.

He said, “I went to the doctor to see if I had mononucleosis or something.”
“Scary stuff.” I said. “What’s the problem?”
“Well” Al says, “after a bunch of tests and stuff, it turns out I’m just lazy.”