Gone fishing

We are going fishing today.  Both of us are struggling a bit because the parents caregivers, Karin and Elias, gave their notice last evening.  They are leaving for London in two weeks to work at an estate.

Neither of us has slept well.  I was too anxious to write last night.  I needed to process the information.  I realize that there is a solution.  We are working on that now.

I am looking on the bright side.  But last evening, it was hard to wrap my head around the whole idea of their leaving so soon after they arrived.  But this is what life is about--people come and go.  And now we have to take action to find another couple who are willing to be caregivers.

I do what I generally do.  I got on the internet, wrote up a job description and put it out there.  I could feel the "fix it" rush happening.  I realize that my first reactions of dismay, sadness, and anxiety were pushed away when I did "something".  This is so typical of an adult child of an alcoholic.  By doing "something", I don't have to sit with the bad feelings.  That is part of it.  The other part is that with only two weeks notice, I did need to get a job description out there.

So now, we are going fishing.  It is a picture perfect day.  We both want to be on the water.  After one action, there has got to be an equal and opposite reaction.  Fishing seems to fit that bill completely.

Somehow, I know that all will be okay.  Casting out lines and seeing what rises to the bait seems to be the metaphorical thought of the day.