Jul 22 2009
Fishing and Me????
FISH 2 / ME 0 Yup! That’s the fishing score. The fish have stolen my bait, teased me by playing with the hook, and today swam around where I could actually see them, but did any bite the bait on my hook? NOOOOO! On the other hand, hubby, my fishing partner, has caught fish on both of the excursions.
It all began last week after I got home from teaching summer school. My hubby had planned to go fishing while I was at work, but it had been raining, and he decided that it would be more enjoyable to wait and have me go with. So, it was a date.
What I hadn’t realized was how quickly the fishing trip would relax me and get my mind focused. Usually, I have a million and one things running through my head. In fact, I had figured that this would be the case so I pocketed a few pieces of paper and a pen to jot down anything that came to me as I was fishing. As the evening wound up, the papers were still in my pocket, unmarked. Five hours had passed and I hadn’t once thought of grading papers, the dishes, the laundry, the vacuuming, or any other mundane tasks that needed to be completed. I had let go and played with the fishes.
At the end of the evening, my hubby suggested that we go fishing again this week. This morning was dreary and rain threatened on the horizon; in fact, it was raining when I left the school building. I called hubby from my Jeep to ask if there was anything I needed to pick up and was duly reminded that we had a fishing date this afternoon. I needed to hurry up and get home.
So, off we went fishing again. Once again, he caught fish and I didn’t. Somehow, I think that the fish know that I really don’t care if they swallow my hook; it’s enough that I am feeding them and I have escaped my stresses.
