Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

In the middle of the night last night I woke up wide awake and worrying about our canoe at our cabin. We left it down by the lake for our younger daughter and her family, but they decided not to go up this weekend. We realized last weekend up there that we were too old and decrepit to carry it all the way from the lowered level of the lake to the parking lot, where we had planned to slide it in the back of our car and drive it up hill, then take it out and lug it up and put in the underside of the deck. Our daughter insisted they wanted to use it, but I had a premonition. Now, either the canoe will be stolen (easy enough to put in the back of a pickup) or tagged by rangers or lost somehow. We can't do it ourselves, and there is no one up there to call and help. I worried over various scenarios, but couldn't find a solution. I had lots of REGRET. We should have done it while we were there, but now going up again risks our backs, hips and knees or a bad fall. I called and left a message for our daughter, but she is trapped as well by having a baby and 3 year old, and her husband works intensely from home and doesn't get days off. Finally, I said my prayers and fell asleep, and this morning realized the canoe is a proxy for all the ways in which I feel helpless right now. I'm too old, too isolated, too afraid of politics, covid and fires. I'm back to telling myself if the canoe disappears, it's not a tragedy. We've had it for 30 plus years and have many happy memories. Last weekend we took it out for a two hour canoe ride and it was exhilarating. In other words, this morning I was sane again.