"I have no life," I said as we navigated around the construction barrels along a familiar main road we travel several times a week. My husband--a man of few words, which often drip with bittersweet sarcasm that form pools of deep wisdom--gave me a look I don't think I've ever seen in our thirty years of "dating" and almost twenty-six years of marriage. I knew his words would feel like trying to catch my biggest fish--a small-mouth bass--about ten summers earlier: a strategic letting-out-reeling-in while keeping the fighting fish secured and battling to ignore my aching arms, to persevere in my goal to get it in the boat, and to release it without harm back into the water. I knew his words would affirm and confirm the sinking feeling I'd had all week long.
Re-approaching the Uncharted Desert-Isle
Re-approaching the Uncharted Desert-Isle
Re-approaching the Uncharted Desert-Isle
"I have no life," I said as we navigated around the construction barrels along a familiar main road we travel several times a week. My husband--a man of few words, which often drip with bittersweet sarcasm that form pools of deep wisdom--gave me a look I don't think I've ever seen in our thirty years of "dating" and almost twenty-six years of marriage. I knew his words would feel like trying to catch my biggest fish--a small-mouth bass--about ten summers earlier: a strategic letting-out-reeling-in while keeping the fighting fish secured and battling to ignore my aching arms, to persevere in my goal to get it in the boat, and to release it without harm back into the water. I knew his words would affirm and confirm the sinking feeling I'd had all week long.