I have been spending a lot of time working on the new issue of the Gypsy Journal lately and was looking for an excuse to get away for a while so on Friday when Terry told me she found a good deal on a yarn mill that a lady had for sale down in Boynton Beach, I told her we should go get it on Saturday (yesterday).
I’m not exactly sure what a yarn mill does, but as Terry explained it to me, it is used to wind yarn from a spool into a warp to be put on the loom. Okay, if you say so.
Boynton Beach is 185 miles south of us on Interstate 95. We had hoped to get an early start, but for whatever reason, neither one of us slept well on Friday night, which means we delayed our departure by two or three hours. That was no problem. The seller, whose name was Penny, said we could come by anytime around 3:30 or 4 o’clock. After a pit stop along the way, we got to her house just a few minutes after four.
Terry knew she had found a new friend the minute we walked in the door. Penny had two looms in her living room, and one wall was filled with spools of yarn. She was a very nice lady and we enjoyed meeting her. Penny and Terry compared notes on weaving techniques and such for a little bit, then it was time to hit the road.
Driving back, we got to Titusville about 7 PM and decided to stop at El Leoncito for dinner. Terry really likes their Mexican food, and I don’t think their Cuban sandwiches can be beat. Unfortunately, as it turns out, they were out of the pork they use for the Cubans. The waiter suggested a steak sandwich instead, which was okay, but kind of a letdown when one has their heart set on a Cuban. Oh well, better luck next time.
After we finished eating we stopped by the Titusville pier to check out the shrimping action. It wasn’t as busy as we have seen in the past, when it was almost wall-to-wall dippers, but the folks who were there were getting some very nice shrimp. We hung around for a while talking to a couple of them and picking up some tips. One fellow we were talking to has been dipping shrimp there for over 20 years, and he had it down to a science.
We got home about 10 PM and decided to go down to our little pier to see if we could spot any shrimp, but the water was very still and there was nothing happening. We did spend a few minutes watching a couple of fellows throwing a cast net, catching bait for today’s fishing trip.
If you haven’t seen one before, a cast net is a large net with weights on the bottom, attached to a long line. As the name implies, you cast it into the water, and if you do it right the net opens up into a nice circle and sinks to the bottom. Then, when you pull the line in to retrieve it like a drawstring on a purse, whatever is in the net is trapped. That could be anything from small baitfish like minnows and mullet, to shrimp, crabs, and even trout and catfish.
I have seen people doing this before and I keep thinking I want to try it, but as clumsy as I am, with my luck I would probably get tangled up in the net and wind up drowning myself. But what the heck, it’s worth a try, right?
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Thought For The Day – The trouble with doing something right the first time is that nobody appreciates how difficult it was.