Perhaps you are thinking "aw, Miguel and Libby did something romantic that made them fall deeper in love"...well, maybe you could say that, but not in the most "romantic" of senses!
Miguel has a new hobby, or perhaps a rekindled love of fishing. Whenever he has the chance, he takes a few spare moments on a sunny day to head to the nearest stream. He loves going alone, I think it's the tranquility of the stream (or maybe it's the ability to escape my lack of tranquility for a few brief hours?!). He always returns, boasting of his latest catch or his newest lore lost. He enjoys losing the bait because he gets to go to Wal Mart to buy new ones.
A few weeks ago, Miguel decided to invite me fishing with him. I wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea (read my previous post), but I decided to brave the wilderness also known as Winter's Run. Miguel and I trapsed through the muddy water. All the while, I kept thinking of Jordan and his hook, Jordan and his hook. We found a wonderful fishing spot and the games began. I was the first to catch a fish--a nice large trout to be exact, probably 10 or so inches. Maybe I like fishing?! Then Miguel caught a baby trout. Nothing to brag about, trust me. Then me, then him. The bet was on! Who would catch the most fish?! I knew I'd win, I just had to. We decided that whoever caught the least number of fish had to plan a romantic evening for the other. I won the bet, but well...we're still waiting for the pay offs!
I was hoping that the fishing adventure would be my last. Sure it was tranquil, and sure I had a little bit of fun. BUT, it's fishing?! This past Saturday, we decided to make it a lazy Saturday--no chores, no shopping, nothing. Then it happened. These words came out of my mouth, "Why don't' we go fishing?" I am not sure what possessed me? Was I overcoming my fear of fishing hooks? Was I actually learning to like it again??
Like it indeed, overcome my fears, I think not! Every time Miguel cast his rod, I screamed. "Watch it, you're way too close!" "Miguel, move over, don't hit me!" "BABE!!!!!!!!!" The old fear lingered! Miguel was slightly confused about my paranoia. Half the time he was a quarter mile down stream from me, and there was no way his casts would get me! Then I explained the fishing hook incident. It all became clear to him...the paranoia was real.
So while Miguel had helped to rekindle my old love of fishing, he has not been able to diminish my old fear. I am sure that every fishing outing we take, I will run far behind him or duck as he casts his line.
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Libby, fishing? I never thought I'd see the day. However, if it becomes competative, I can see that you'd come to enjoy it :)
If going fishing is anything like playing cards, you're going to stay out there catching fish UNTIL you have won! Enjoy your free dinner out of it!
Girls, girls, girls...fishing is a fine sport, an art! I happen to enjoy anything that can be done in a tranquil setting--bubble baths, reading on the beach, and yes, fishing! It's an acquired taste! You should both try it some time hehe.
Libby, props on the fishing! I hope you get over your traumatic memories!! My husband is a fly fisherman. Talk about an art! He actually makes all of his flies and he hates losing them! He tried to teach me (think a River Runs Throught It)...like a metronome (sp?). It's got major trappings and rules and I've never been so bored in my entire life. Spin Rod fishing is so much better. Anyway, we got a dog at least like 80% for this reason...he likes to fish, I like to hike...but not alone. So now, that's what we do fish and hike :)
Fishing. What I would like about would be exactly the reason my hubby might not say "yes" to my invitation. See, I'd look at it as, "hours of time to sit on a rock and talk with no one around but us." He'd see it, "sittin' on a rock all day, listening (or pretending to listen), with nothing to do but sit and wait.
Hey, is there a spiritual perspective here? How do you all like to spend time with God? You talk, He listens, you get up when you don't "catch" something? Or just enjoy His presence,whether there is a "result" of sorts? Hmmmm....
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