A fisherman who cannot go to sea prepares his nets.
I grew up with kids who’s fathers were fisherman. I remember how on windy days they’d have fishing nets strewn along the length of their huge concrete driveway. The father and grandfather would stand over the nets with big needles and plastic twine repairing tears. Then they’d deal with the ropes, plastic bubbles and bits of chain.
They wouldn’t do this every time they couldn’t fish, only when they knew they would have an extended period out of the sea. It took a lot of effort to unload the nets, take them home, and go through the whole process.
I’m no longer busy. I have nothing I ‘have’ to do. The COVID-19 pandemic has seen to that.
I’m in my 50s and, for the first time since high school, I have nowhere to be, nothing to do. It feels a little like the first few days of summer break from school.
Now what?
From my blog series here
