måndag, maj 30, 2005

Uh, long time no write...

I have been busy again in the best time of the year to do trout-fishing. Whoring at another company as a consultant. Programming VBA for Excel/Word has been kinda fun in the same way HTML (see below about the joys of coding) was a couple a weeks ago.

I was busy-busy for two weeks and my conscience forbade me to blogg.

But now I mainly want to take some time off to go fishing for trout. Duffer´s day is any day the coming week if the weather conditions stay the same. Ephemera Vulgata are already hatching in the near-by lake...

fredag, maj 13, 2005

Tempus Fugit

And it does even if you're not having all that much fun. Week's gone and this Sunday is brown trout fishing premiere. Finally! Got to get the licenses though, there are only that many in the river I wish to fish, and many wish to do so too.

Be back with a report Monday..

måndag, maj 09, 2005

Back on track

Two days travelling, two days of conferencing and three nights of partying has gotten the best of me. I'm dead beat, and today is Monday. Well, the comfort is that I'm not the only one feeling this way.

Everywhere around me people are pale under the reddish sunburn that is already starting to peel off, and the sound level is minimal among the cubicle-dwellers. Everyone is careful not to strike up any conversation and are probably trying to either look busy or work.

tisdag, maj 03, 2005

Travel fever

Is something I should feel but don't. We're of to Mallorca for a weekend conference but I am not sure how much will be work and how much joy...
Well nonetheless it's a break from the hum-drum of it all, which is more than welcome.

måndag, maj 02, 2005

What fishing is about, really

Spent a beautiful sunday afternoon on the coast offering my flies to the marvellous sea trout. The weather was stunning. Sunny but with veils of clouds. A bit windy, and the water was slightly murky. Air pressure stable 1012 and rising water. Perfect conditions.

Of course I didn't catch any, didn't even get a bite. Lost five flies and tangled up some yards of leader. The only thing that worried me about this was the comments I was sure to get from the uncharitable working mates who still believe that fishing luck is measured by kilos.

Although I do not care about that any more than I care about the lost flies or the tangled up leader. A temporary nuisance that could be sorted out if you got the patience or cut off and replaced if you don't.

All in all I had a lovely time, and managed to get my summer tyres on the Ford, drive the family back and forth to Floda and do my tax declaration in the same day! Good job.