When I was nine or so, I caught my Dad's ear with a treble hook. That was about the only thing I ever caught while fishing as a youngster. It was never really a big strength of mine, but it gave me time with my dad so I'm sure I did my best to make him proud of me. Hooking his ear did not help my case. But, he forgave me and shortly thereafter, and we skipped work and school to go shad fishing. Heck, the shad only run a certain time each year, so it was a given.
I always knew that, if I ever had a child, "Pop Pop" would be sure to take him/her fishing as soon as he could hold a rod steady. Today, with my husband's patience, he re-introduced me to the pastime, as Dad looked down with a smile. I casted a line with amazing grace, I might add, and reeled in my flashy red lure attached - over and over. Of course, it sounds like I was a pro. I'll make you think that the first 20 minutes weren't completely aggravating to all. I'll make you believe that I didn't sit there on the beach, head down, wrapped up in tangled line, and suffering from post traumatic stress disorder realted to my "casting incident" decades prior.
But today was a step ahead. It was fun and actually relaxing in such a way that is difficult to describe. There aren't many moments when I'm not multitasking...and I'm AWFUL at multitasking. So sitting there and casting a line, with nothing left to do but wait, was a feeling I haven't experienced in quite some time. Waiting for something to happen . . . instead of trying so hard to make things happen all the time. How refreshing!
2 comments:
How refreshing indeed. Do that more often. :)
this made me smile :)
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