|We had a really great weekend.|
Please note that I am wearing earrings while clam-digging. Sabrina was so proud.
|It is good to have friends with connections.|
Anyway, by the time I got back to him, he had nabbed gobs and gobs of clams, so the shovels were unnecessary. (We had started with 'clam guns' which are tubes of aluminum pipe with handles and an air hole you cover up when you pull back up to suck out the sand. The clam guns worked great.) The beach was PACKED! I was expecting this, as the last time I had gone clamming, it was a night dig and I remember being shoulder to shoulder with everyone on the beach, and a million lanterns lighting things up.
|Me in my clam-digging finest.|
|Those are a million clam diggers on the beach.|
After the digs, we went back to the cabin and set up a regular ole clam-cleaning operation. Dunk them in near-boiling water, submerge them in cold water to pop the shells off, and then proceed to
We saved the clam guts for fish bait, and headed down to Westport (we were based at Copalis Beach) so Greg could try fishing off the jetty. I couldn't fish because I didn't have a license, and the new licensing period starts 4/1/12, so it didn't make sense to buy one. But I proved myself a
|We stayed at Copalis Beach and dug clams there (and Mocrocks Beach) but fished in Westport.|
|We didn't make it to the end of the jetty, but got pretty close. It is HARD to walk on!!|
|Kelp greenling. Tastes like ling cod.|
Okay, watching Greg fish was actually totally hot. You would think this would be boring, it was not. I had a great time, plus, all I had to do was loll around on the big rocks in the sun and cheer for him when he brought in a fish. :) I played a little bit of Scramble with Friends, but the cell phone service was spotty (although ironically, MUCH better than at Greg's house). When I lost signal during a couple games, I was peeved, and thus pretty much kept to chatting up my fisherman.
p.s. - watching other fishermen is boring, not totally hot. So it's got to be the right guy for the hotness factor, haha.
So we got tons of fish, and then we found a fish cleaning station at an RV park in town. Here, we had a slight difference of opinion. I said, duh, this is private property. He seemed to think using it fell under some "we fishermen take care of each other" domain. I asked him if he had a fish cleaning station in his yard, would he feel the same way if he looked out the window to see someone using it? He went looking for the manager, haha. Whom he actually didn't find, and decided to use it, anyway. I told him I'd come visit him in fish-jail. Not that Greg using it would cause it damage (a fish cleaning station is just a big sink with wide flat areas for cutting, and a hose and such). This man is meticulous - that station was cleaner than he left it.
|Remorseless trespasser. Fishermen unite.|
Okay - watching Greg clean fish? Sexy. Who knew? He had all that fish filleted out in the blink of an eye. And I'm telling ya - this is a good guy to be with when the internet and banking industry collapse and we are all forced to fend for ourselves. Greg took that fish from the ocean to my dinner plate in the blink of an eye, and it was gooooooooood. Plus, he can build anything, fix anything, clean anything, cook anything...talk about your handy guy. Holy smokes, mama is hot for that. Did I tell you he gardens? And cans his own stuff? WHO DOES THAT??
Uh, we did have a couple of semi-serious talks this weekend. Not in a 'moving too quickly' way, but more in a 'let's run down the pros and cons of this relationship while you squirm uncomfortably' way. He said he had reservations about my young kids, especially given my youngest is only six. He said that was basically like starting over with kids and he had not intended to do so. (Duh. He's not stupid.) Lots of kid activities and kid-driven agenda. But he really likes me (this I know for sure, hehe) and he's willing to do it. He likes that I have a lot of free time, too. And sexist-piggedly, but honestly, he likes that my younger ones are boys. He's boy heaven, I tell you. Hunting, fishing, boating, ATV'ing, camping, working around the yard - oh yeah, boy heaven. My boys will eat him up. Blake only chatted with him for a few minutes last weekend and he already speaks of him with admiration. Last night at the grocery store, Blake mused out of the blue, "I was thinking Greg must be about six feet tall. He's a big guy." I said, yep, he is actually about six feet tall. (mama says yum.) Blake just nodded his approval, haha.
Anyway. Totally awesome weekend involving lots of sunshine, clams and fish, surf and sand. I was SKEERED to get back on the scale this morning, ack! I didn't feel like I had gained weight, but I had done my fair share of snacking this weekend, too. But the scale said, "Nope, you weigh 146." This is apparently what I weigh, because I have been sitting here for the longest time now! I'm actually doing a five-day protein drink diet with my friend Sarah this week (breakfast and lunch only). She wanted to, and I thought maybe it would help me break my pita-chips-and-york-peppermint-patties habit I've fallen into lately. 'Cept I forgot to do it yesterday, so I'm running a day behind. We'll see if I get cranky this afternoon when I want lunch.
Ahhhh...that's enough of an update for now. Really great weekend. I am heading back to his place tomorrow after work for a couple days, which means I will need to unpack and repack tonight. A bit of a hassle, but I am totally looking forward to seeing him again. And I am motivated to save my vacation time (of which I have very little) because yesterday he called and asked if I could take off three days and go to Oregon with him next week. Alas, I cannot! I DO NOT WANT TO MISS OUT ON OPPORTUNITIES TO GET AWAY! That's okay - it's his kids' spring break and he is/was taking his daughter to the sand dunes to ATV, and is/was meeting his sister there. But the weather is looking iffy and it sounds like he's canceling it
Good times. Happy, happy.