Ok, the karma I had formerly created is coming back many-fold (thank the good Lord that it’s burning off now).
So, as we know, Carl’s truck engine went; then there’s a guy, wantin’ to fish as a substitute. Ok, so he and I talk.
To make a short story shorter, it’s 5:25, and he’s a no-show. I cannot fish the tournament as it’s a team tournament. 15 minutes later, he call’s me on my cell, saying he made a bunch of wrong turns, which is certainly possible. I don’t fault him for that, or for even being late.
What I am grappling with is that fact that there seems to be unforseen forces, throwing come-what-may in front of me & my partner.
Yeah, ok. I’ll increase my meds.
Thanks ,