Go Fish

Bobby boy suddenly wanted to go fishing one day. It was either the wild kratt series that egged him on to it. Or it was looking into the creek and finding tiny little fish flitting about in the water, that gave him the idea. Nevertheless, I had been getting daily reminders that we must go fishing. The only problem was, I have never fished and have no gear. 

So, I looked and found a fishing lesson closeby. Asked Bobby's friend's mom of she's interested, and yes she was! I suspected we might be the only 2 families in the area that did not know how to fish, but oh well! Eric was or fishing coach, and after showing us how to set up the fishing rod, tie the line, fit the hook and bobber, it was time to get messy. He showed how to put the worm on the hook. Bobby tried his hand first. And to my utmost astonishment, a fish was caught almost in no time at all!! We were all hopping in excitement at what just happened. It was a little bitty (about 3-4 inches long) beautiful blue-green colored fish speckeled with glorious yellow spots. We got the fish out of the book carefully, and stared at it for a bit and then, threw it back in the pond swiftly. We fished for almost 3 hours and caught fishes with the same surprising ease as the first time. The excitement amongst the boys and us moms was here to stay! It was only when we switches to lures (plastic or rubber bait that looks like a real fish or shrimp or worm) that or luck finally gave. No fishes were caught or harmed in the lure-fishing experiment! 

We headed back with what felt like a new hobby in our belt! I was a great morning!

Pay It Forward

Bobby's and his neighborhood "Bro" Ryan have been playing together all weekend. All day today they were in and out of our house. Riding their bikes or scooter in the garage lane and then coming back inside to grab a snack (multiple batches of air fryer French fries!) and then running back outside. Ryan's mom says he prefers eating at our house better than his own! And in fact for weekend lunch, he's becoming a regular at the dining table. 

I remember growing up, I had a seemingly lifelong friend Anusha Mani. We used to hang out together in the weekday evenings and weekends. During summer break her grandmother used to be around and much of my summer breaks used to be spent at her place. Her grandma used to cook, and specially keep things for me. Food at her place was very different from mine cause their family was originally from a different part of India (tamilnadu) and so, their meals looked and tasted nothing like ours'. I remember fondly her place and her grandma! So when Ryan eats with us, it feels like nice :)! Is this what paying it forward means?