Due to major responsibilities this summer – and well, there are always excuses – I didn’t get to go fishing much this summer – only twice so far. And once my car window was smashed – and my rod broke on the same day. Still, It was glorious to be on the river …
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Elisabeth Bee 
I used to live out west when I was married and the boys were young. We went fishing all the time — nothing more relaxing and restorative. Actually, I sat with my feet in the water and read while everyone else fished.
You need to make more time for yourself, little chicken. Think of the poems waiting on you in that river.
Pearl