sold my fishing gear
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Kokubunji, 2024.11.28
I took the distressing step of selling my "deep sea" fishing gear today. I realized that with the death of Hosoda-san my father-in-law's pilot friend who always took us out, I am unlikely to need it in the foreseeable future.
Three good things that happened today:
- measured all the junk so it can be hauled away by the city.
- read in the sunshine for about two hours.
- got through some push-back from a store to have The Girl's camera looked at