The fish must go. Now that’s an ambiguous statement coming from a woman who is in the throes of a major downsizing project. Does that mean the fish are coming along with us? Or does it mean that our fish and their tank must live with someone else?
Let me tell you a little bit more about my family and fish before I answer that question. I love water and could never live landlocked. I need to know that a large body of water is always a short drive away. And there is nothing more beautiful in my mind as a sunset over the water.
I married a man who loves the water as much as I do. He also loves to fish and we brought up our kids to appreciate the water and fishing.
Many years ago we did a lot more deep-water fishing than we do now. Time and circumstances have limited our fishing but here is a family photo taken many years ago after a long day on the open sea trolling for Blue fish. After our son’s admiration of the daily catch, this fish will be cleaned, scaled and roasted before coming to our dinner table with fresh local vegetables.
We started our daughter’s appreciation early for the art of fishing. She was initially the assigned bait-girl. She soon caught the hang of managing the fishing pole and frequently became the only one who brought a flopping fish ashore.
Now we have a grandson and when he was very young he’d sit on grandpa’s lap for long periods of time watching the fish swim back and forth in the tank. One of his treats when he came to visit was helping to feed the fish.
But back to the question about whether the fish will make the move with us. The 30-gallon tank will take up too much needed room. So, the fish will not be coming with us to our new home.
I am sorry to see this happen because there are so many wonderful memories associated with fish and fish tanks. But if we really need to look at fish we’ll just have to head out to Coney Island and visit the Aquarium.
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