Pacemaker Fishing Forum

I has been 15 years now.
The rod is still on the porch, but I seldom grab it, and head for a pond.
Not in my nature, anymore, somehow.

What a mess. If I had known back then, what I was buying into, right?
Well, I guess I did.
Still, as time passes, you cant believe it was really like that, when you see an old picture.
Funny how one can never see themselves in the present, given then in that by definition that is all there is.
The present is so abundantly obvious that it becomes completely invisible, except when it is deja vu all over again.

My fishing is limited, if I even fish. My shoulder acheth too much. I actually have nerve impingment, plus the ball-in‐socket is so rotten it sags like wet cotton in the rain, stuck like paste:recalcitrant peel away clothes, I get that arms raised if I am lucky enough to get it inside a coat.

I read books and watch Youtube. I go for walks, to ponder. My retired life, well I guess it only official now, but retirement means less fishing and more working.
Handling having few deadlines is not always a catalyst to freedom. Without definition, time passes without context. The seven day cycle was an interesting way to begin a rythm. Fishing is all about rythm.