I woke up this morning and had one of those funny inklings.  YOU know those ones.  They are very inkly.

So much in fact… that I then felt compelled to say aloud…. “There is something fishy about this day.”

And so it began.

Just after breakfast, we ventured out to the YMCA to play Pickleball.  It was my first time to set foot on a Pickleball Court.  We played a little while.  Shortly there after, I found myself… fishing for a compliment.  I was immediately given the hook.  That will teach me.

From there we drove through McDonald’s where I purchased a Filet-O-Fish Sandwich.  We took it to my Mom at the Nursing Care Facility where she lives.  However we had to divide that little fish sandwich, four ways, between Mom and her lunchtime friends.  Good thing I was packing potato chips too.  We had a lot of mouths to feed with one little fish.

Next we stopped at Marsh Supermarket.  We proceeded to buy some fish.

Later for lunch.. wouldn’t you know it?  Mary & I  sat at the piano, and had fish for lunch.  Salmon, and Tuna, respectively.  And I always say… you can tune a piano… but you can’t Tuna Fish.

What Fourth of July 5th… would be complete without grandkids.  Yes… a visit from Titus, and Isaac, and their Mom Tiffany.  Of course, we gathered at the pool… and swam like fish.

We at lots of pizza for dinner.  No anchovies please.

Finally… after dinner… we walked down to the big pond… and fed the fish.

So.  There you have it.  This is no fish story.  It is……  instead… a fish story.

Holy Mackerels.  I knew there would be something Fishy about this day.  You can bet your Bass on that.

“If you’ve heard this story before, don’t stop me, because I’d like to hear it again.”  – Groucho Marx

“Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.” –   C.S. Lewis