My fly tying has taken a hit for the weekend. My grown kids are in town for a visit and my fly tying room is one of the guest rooms. It feels odd not to wander in there and tie a few flies each evening. It's my relaxation each day and helps me to wind down after fighting the 405 traffic madness. Each evening as I negotiate the traffic tangles I think of new patterns that I want to tie or new ways that I can tweak an old pattern to suit a particular fishing scenario. I allow my imagination to roam over ideas and try to come up with new patterns that will work better than what I already have. My wife, Palma, laughs at all the flies that I have. I could open a small fly shop and stock it with flies and materials but maybe the next one will be "the one".