Grabbing my fishing pole and off I go
To keep hold of the thin threads of my sanity I am going fishing again today. I might take DH along with me. I’m sure his sanity could use a bit of peaceful time on a riverbank too.
There are several places we like to go fishing. One of them is impossible for him to navigate any more. There are far too many rocks to climb over and too long a walk to get to it. That one we’ll have to cross off the list.
The whole process of fishing for us has changed and will continue to change as his MS worsens. I am the explorer. I scout out locations I think he can get to more easily and hope they have fish in them so he can get a little sport in too. I am the pack mule I carry all but his fishing pole and cane. I am the go-fer if he needs something. Coo-coo ca choo. I am the walrus…. Maybe I’ll remember to take the camera along this time.
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Hope you both have a lovely day.
I love the peace and serenity of fishing. The shear pleasure of being out in nature and listening to it and enjoying the sun and the water. We have a week of fishing planed in May and I can’t wait. Hope you have a great time.
Forgot the kids were off for Easter vacation–too many people out fishing and runing amuck in the park to have a ‘peaceful’ time. Tomorrow we’ll try again we should have the park and river to ourselves for most of the day.