My skin grows drier and thiner each passing week and year. Scaly like an alligator now, but hey, I don't mind. And if I did, what difference would that make?
Besides, it'd be a perfect complement to my thinning, almost nonexistent, hair. One can stand in front of me and see the back of my scalp without squinting, though I try not to look.
But it is what it is. I'm older than my parents were allowed to be so I'll not complain. Wait, did this sound like a complaint? Well, it's not. Giving words to something gives us power over the thing. At least, that's what I'M going with.
And besides, it's all ending so much better that the final season of GoT, yes?
Friday, May 31, 2019
Summer time 2019
It's summer starting now, pretty much everywhere in the USA. No where is it MORE summer than on the Metolius River right this minute. It was 80 or so, blue sky... Why even the NY Times choose to recognize BEND, OR and Camp Sherman as great places to spend some time... They said 36 hours... I say at least 36 YEARS.
The River flows, we hope, forever. It bursts out of the ground 1/4 mile up stream from where I sit and write this, right now. Lots of water, ankle and knee deep for a mile before it begins to 'develop character', deepening and broadening.
There fish like this river because the water is cold, varying only a few degrees along it's journey to Lake Billy Chinook and eventually merging in to the Dechutes, then eventually the Columbia and the Pacific Ocean.
Lotta pines around, it's dry...High desert. Lotta wild life and a few tourists mixing with locals. It's a thing to experience, to be sure. But tread lightly, please. This entire region survives at the whim of lightening sparked, camper sparked and cigarette sparked forest fires. And the DO come, every year...each more ferocious than the last.
The one thing that all of us can count on is that nothing can be counted on to last for every. So enjoy every minute and acknowledge what you are insignifigant in the scope of the cosmos, but very significant in someone's heart. That's good enough, right? It'll have to be.
The River flows, we hope, forever. It bursts out of the ground 1/4 mile up stream from where I sit and write this, right now. Lots of water, ankle and knee deep for a mile before it begins to 'develop character', deepening and broadening.
There fish like this river because the water is cold, varying only a few degrees along it's journey to Lake Billy Chinook and eventually merging in to the Dechutes, then eventually the Columbia and the Pacific Ocean.
Lotta pines around, it's dry...High desert. Lotta wild life and a few tourists mixing with locals. It's a thing to experience, to be sure. But tread lightly, please. This entire region survives at the whim of lightening sparked, camper sparked and cigarette sparked forest fires. And the DO come, every year...each more ferocious than the last.
The one thing that all of us can count on is that nothing can be counted on to last for every. So enjoy every minute and acknowledge what you are insignifigant in the scope of the cosmos, but very significant in someone's heart. That's good enough, right? It'll have to be.
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Bend in the River
Metolius River very near its Source - Fall 2005