Lately I have met people that I have initially thought didn't fit the mold. By "the mold", I mean they may not have the same education, career, or upbringing that I'm accustom to. What a stereotypical bitch I have been! People are coming into my life that I never expected. Their kindness brings calmness, happiness and contentment. It feels a little weird; mainly because I'm not used to it. Is the other shoe going to fall? Historically I keep thinking it will. Emotionally, I keep thinking that I hope it doesn't. I hope to be proven wrong.
I really wanted to take Aima fishing before she left for home in Xi'an, China. I was nervous to do this on my own. Too much to think about being in charge of the boat, and teaching her. A friend of mine offered to go with us and show her how to do it. This man has never been a teacher. He's been a dad. I guess that was enough. He taught her how to use an open bail rod so well, that her first cast, and subsequently every cast after that, was perfect. Aima made it look like art.
