Well, they drove out to a pond about 10 miles from here, and caught several fish. When they came back; however, what they brought with them was a true whopper of a fish tale. I wasn't sure whether to believe them or not, until Erick sent me this picture yesterday.
Apparently, they cast out at the same time and each caught one fish. And by that, I literally mean - ONE FISH - the same fish.
If you look closely (click on the picture), you can see two (2!) hooks sticking out of this poor guy's mouth.
Now how often does that happen?
If you look below the cliffs you can just barely see the river peeking out from behind the hill that we climbed down for our swim. It was so beautiful - cool, but not cold. I've lived in the northwest for so long that I'd forgotten there was water that you could simply wade right out into.
Kajsa sat on the edge dipping her feet (encased in their new cute aqua socks) into the river for a while before she discovered sand and began to repeatedly bury her legs and then rinse them off.
We all took turns watching her. For a while I just floated on my back looking up at the deep smoky eggplant striated with bright corals and ochres; juxtaposed to the bright robin's egg blue. Shawn and Chris put on their goggles and swam down to look at all the 1-2 foot fish swimming around beneath us.
As dusk settled, we climbed back up to the camping area to grill up dinner, which finished just as the sun was setting.
All in all, it was a truly lovely day.
Of course I know exactly where she came by it. I have various photos taken through the years of my assorted family members imitating my face-splittin' grin. (It really does tend to spread from ear to ear.)
Then it hit me. I'm no geek. I'm a total fraud. I don't know what I'm doing. In fact and here's the deep dark secret. I don't know html.
I mean sure I know a little bit. I can italicize and bold along with the best of them, but really and truly; I'm just a common thief.
I figured out that I can view other pages on the prowl. When I find a feature that I like, I simply View their Page Source, track down the cool gimmick, and then paste it into my template. Whammy! My page is now uber cool. Just like theirs was.
You know, I might be able to reconcile myself to the horrors of fraudulent hipness, if I could get over this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
You see, this is verrry familiar to me. Its just like High school algebra all over again, except my face looks better and my body worse. Oh, well.
I used to sit in that class trying for the life of me to look like I knew what was going on. All the while everyone around me was mentally wallowing around in what seemed to be imaginary concepts. I tried to understand it, but to no avail. So I learned to plug in these mysterious formulas and then build up the extemporaneous information around it. A mathematical graven idol devoted to my own ignorance.
I passed the class, but I'll never know how. It just felt like a fluke. But that's O.K., I told myself. You always have words ~~ beautiful, silky, and toothsome words. Ahhh, that's better.
So how shocked was I this morning when I realized that I have, in fact, found the exact place where algebra seems to meet language. HYPER TEXT MARKUP LANGUAGE! The horror-the dismay. How could I go on? How could I continue to enjoy my verbose bubblings? Would I have to tough it out and learn more of the mysteries of html. Or could I continue to bury my head in the sand while following the "I link; therefore, I think" method of posting and improving.
I'm not sure. Perhaps I'll simply learn as I go. Maybe I'll research each new code as I use it - as an effort to sleep through the night & to face myself in the mirror.
Or, maybe I'll just sit here typing away, trying once again to look like I know what I'm doing.
You are an Enchantress, somewhat of an enigma, you would love to change the world. You holdstrong views and, would love nothing more, to use your magic to change the world around you.
When in conversation, you listen, take on their comments, and fantasise how you could improve things. Quite the idealist, you think you have all the answers, whether for right or wrong. You hold your intellect high, and believe you can change the world! In a relationship, you need a partner of high intellect. The world and you, often seems at odds, with you frequently seeing things from a different point of view.
You have a connection with nature, often stating, that things will take their natural course. Nevertheless, secretly, you would like to use nature to your own ends.
Your good points are that you are intelligent, instigative and thoughtful and your bad points are, you can be single-minded, misled and remorseless.
You feel that your superior knowledge should astound everyone around you; and you wish for respect from your peers.
Are you a Princess, Enchantress, Faerie, Mermaid or Toad? (with pictures!)
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June 21st marks a very important anniversary in my family. One year ago my father-in-law, Paul decided to discontinue dialysis therapy. This may seem to be a horrific thought to some of you out there. But for him it was a very courageous and well thought out decision.
You see, Paul had developed type one diabetes at 11 or 12 years old and lived with it for 48 years. He was originally told that he probably wouldn’t live to be thirty. He and my mother in law, Lynne, had three rowdy boys: Steve, Erick & Chris; followed by a very much alive daughter, Heather. Paul also got to see all of his boys married, as well as looking into the eyes of four beautiful granddaughters. So he’d seen so much more than he ever expected to.
Now during this time his health continued to decline. By the time that I met Paul, he was already sporting two prosthetic legs and soon thereafter lost three of his fingers. I saw him go in and out of the hospital and rehabilitation centers more times than I remember. Through all of this, he usually kept both his senses of wonder and humor. It often made me feel awed, myself when I was around him. His love of life tended to be contagious. Now I’m not saying that every day was fluffy clouds and flying unicorns. But looking back, his joy of life and thirst for divinity, are what I remember most about him.
When he went back into the hospital for the last time, he’d lost another dialysis catheter site and they were talking about placing a port in his last whole arm. It actually didn’t take Paul long to decide that this wouldn’t do. I cannot possibly imagine the conversation that he must have had with Lynne. To try to do so might just break my heart. We got the call later that day to tell Chris that his father had decided to allow himself to die with dignity. How could he not – it was how he’d lived his life. We made some phone calls and headed off to the hospital.
Paul couldn’t see very well by then, but was so overjoyed to have us present. There were so many photo albums to pore over and talk about. I left for a while as I knew that relatives would be pouring in and I wanted to clean the house. This also gave the boys some time alone with their dad.
Calls were quickly made to Hospice and Paul was brought home
to receive his constant flow of visitors. His last meal was delicious biscuits and gravy ala Erick (who had raced
back from California) and on
father’s day he had the tiniest sip of scotch with his children.
It took 3 days for Paul’s body to shut down and he left us on summer solstice – the longest day of the year. He breathed his last breath in the most, well, beautiful way imaginable – with his family all standing round holding him and telling him that they loved him. And we all meant it so incredibly much. I think that everyone who ever knew him is a better person for it.
It has been a year since that night, but I still think about Paul every day. Whether I’m playing with his grand-daughter and she looks at me just so or I find myself gawking at the beauty of life with its full spectrum of possibilities, he’ll just pop into my head. As the anniversary of his passing has drawn nearer I’ve felt an increasing need to express my love and admiration for Paul – husband, father, son, brother, uncle, seeker, teacher, adventurer, inspiration…
I've been lately thinking about my life's time
All the things I've done and how it's been
And I can't help believin' in my own mind
I know I'm gonna hate to see it end.
I've seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain
Spent a night or two all on my own
I've known my lady's pleasures, had myself some friends
Spent a time or two in my own home.
I have to say it now it's been a good life, all in all,
It's really fine to have a chance to hang around.
Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire,
While all my friends and my old lady,
sit and pass a pipe around
And talk of poems and prayers and promises
And things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone,
How right it is to care.
How long it's been since yesterday,
What about tomorrow and what about our dreams
And all the memories we share.
Days they pass so quickly now, the nights are seldom long
Time around me whispers when it's cold.
The changes somehow frightens me, still I have to smile
It turns me on to think of growing old.
Although my life's been good to me, there's still so much to do
So many things my mind has never known
I'd like to raise a family, I'd like to sail away
And dance across the mountains on the moon.