This last weekend Venerable Mom and I went on a long drive to call on the Ancient Uncle, just released from one of his increasingly frequent hospital stays. The last time I went to see him, a few months ago, I arrived a day or two after the hospital had paroled him. When I arrived he was propped up in an armchair with his oxygen tank behind him and his tackle box and assorted fishing doodads spread out in front of him, tying and untying knots with age-gnarled fingers. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm getting my fishing tackle ready so that I can go fishing when the weather changes," he replied.
He clearly was in no shape to go fishing then or anytime soon (even with assistance, he could barely stand), but I nevertheless appreciated how, even at his age (he was born during the Great War) he was looking forward to something he hoped to do in the future, no matter how unlikely it was that he would ever be in shape to actually do it.
The next day, I drove home. He went fishing.
Such a great idea of fishing.
-Ava
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