Decompression time

Arrangements made with family in the dollar, Da is in good hands.

Me, I am going to go spend a day with friends,,, Decompression time.

Plan on being there way early, maybe get some writing time in without obtrusive Grizz trying to smother my face in drooling kitteh love like he has done non-stop since I arrived home. Love the little bugger, but when he has spent the entire day alone (mama and Zooms leave him behind during the day, he is the runt after all.) poor little guy is just so happy to see ANYBODY,,, It’s cute AND annoying, especially when I am trying to accomplish just one page of writing. Thats my focus, one page a day, no matter what. And it is working, so long as I can keep the fuzzball out of my face and off my keyboard.

Funny thing about that, My usual position is with my laptop on my outstretched legs, and that is when I can’t type for fur ball. If I leave the laptop on the desk, He will drape in my arms and buzz,(which is where he is, right now) but not get in my way. Only downside to that is, he weighs four pounds now and my arms get sore supporting him. Shoulders and wrists mostly, but sore is sore. And any Kat owner can tell you that Kats have the secret to gravity down pat (but ain’t talking’). A four pound kitten when buzzing in contentment, can weigh infinitely more, depending on your need to get up or level of functional needs.

But, tomorrow, (today, when this posts) I fully intend to be Dio without the stresses. I NEED this time. Without internet, just some friends, good times, good food and hopefully maybe possibly a little time on water with a kayak. Taking Serena with, and I may just start the day with a leisurely stroll around the bay that the camp is situated in. If I get there early enough, I could do the foggy bottom cruise with the Canadian Geese Flotilla, and thats always cool. Must be a thousand of the greasy poop factories there and when they move as a flock in the morning,,,, The babies will be big enough that picking them out will be difficult, and that means that the flock will not be as on edge as they were in the spring. They are so used to people, they don’t scatter far when you float among them. And you always know when a storm is coming because they do this line thing headed to cover. Not a spread out flock, just an orderly line headed to cover with determination.

This time last year, B and I did a little cruise in the kayaks. It rained on us three times and we were able to cruise in close to shore and see all kinds of wildlife. A Doe and her two fawns, nearly grown. A couple of Blue Heron, the geese of course, and all without being swamped by a ton of boats. The sound of the rain on the water creates a zen moment, and until you experience it,,, Words will never suffice; its a completely spiritual thing that words just can’t capture. I could really use another cruise like that this year.