Not denial

Some may think with my plethora of Kayak-y posts, that I am in denial about the state of the world.  Not at all.   I have been here at this soapbox since 2012, and this is my third blog site.  The other two are still ‘up’, just not used anymore.  (one was blogger, and so far as I know has not been deleted by it,,,). Since 2008 I have been on the soapbox and often yelling at the top of my lungs.  

The throat gets a bit tired of that shit.

What all this kayak-y stuff is, could be called ‘escapism’, but I like to think of it as “I’m gonna have some fun while I still can”.   I have been at this since 2008 and the difference I have made can be measured by farting on your hand: it would carry about as much weight in the world.  Maybe I have made a difference for some individuals, but on the broader scale,,, 

Yeah, so what, right?   and I know it.   Don’t care, this is more a way for me to vent pressures so that I don’t become one of those statistics of “gone postal, suicide by cop”.    

Never expected it to take some of the turns it has (published books) or that I would be tagged on occasion by some other, much better read blogger.   Never have been picked up by a national, (sigh of relief, Don’t want that level of notoriety)

I just talk, and if you listen, good’nuff.   Comments are WANTED, but hey, even a like is good enough feedback.  (I note they no longer have a rating button, just ‘like’.   dunno why that is.  Maybe I need to find a pluggin of that nature.). Feed back is appreciated, and while I prefer it, I don’t need it,   I’m gonna be here talking one way or the other.   I need the vent,,,

And I need the water time, so y’all have to deal with me goin’ on about that stuff too.

I used to have much more about going off-grid, doing serious stuff with molten metal, machine shop blues and woes, and Whoa’s!!!, and still may in the future, if our future holds on a bit longer.  Even assuming I am around to see it,,,   You never know, I may drop dead tomorrow morning from some case of sumpin’ or nudder,,,   Likely not Arkan-cide, since I have nothing on that group that most with a finger on the pulse of poly-ticks don’t already know.   But ya never know,,,  Thats part of why I need the water time.   I want to ENJOY A LIFE, before they remove all options on such.  

And that they are making every inroad to do so should be obvious to all, except those that are still at the kool-aid fountain.

And there are times, where I have to be reminded to ‘let go and enjoy’.   This past weekend was as subtle as a two-by-four to the head of the “kick back and enjoy”, and no one had to force the issue.  In fact, there were some times I had to be nudged back into reality.  My mind was all over the ‘happy place’ and a firm “HEY, Dio!!!” was needed to pull me back down to earth.    

Maybe that says more about B, T, and Bub’s company than my mental situation: that I get that relaxed around them.   Certainly, there was some alcohol involved, but NOT THAT MUCH.  Never got stinking falling on my face annihilated, and was quick to find food or shut the flow off if I felt too much of headchange.

And I have 48 hours of being chained to the wheel until I can cut loose and go retrieve a new to me kayak.

Sorry, Mama-kat is pestering me, so if I stray, its her fault.

Where was I???   

Kayaks, world falling down, denial/escapism/fugitall live life,,,  Yeah.   Seeing how the spirits of the world coalesced and made my little kayak-y world a bit more interesting, I think it behooves me to master as much of that as I can.  Show those spirits they made a good choice.  The weather is supposed to be near summer like during the day on Saturday, and I think I need to spend as much of that day on the lake with my new friend getting to know each other intimately.   Not just paddling, but sitting in the shallows and getting stupid with paddle and float.  And seeing that this one is an ocean cockpit*, do some wet exits, first without skirt to make sure I can clear the coaming without trouble, then with the skirt so that I know just how different a glass boat is compared to the rotomold ones. (I do know the coaming on a glass boat is much better at holding the skirt in place.   A rotomold boat you can usually ‘pop’ the skirt with a knee or just grabbing the loop and pulling wildly: glassboats are harder, and with reason.)

But I haven’t turned my back on the world.  Just have nothing to say about the clownshow that predominates now.   Seriously, I don’t think there is one writer on this plane of existence that could write the script of the shit-show we see these days.  And if there is one, they are likely so far gone in their own mind, that there is no coming back from that ledge.

And there are so many actors on the stage, that the dialogue is a cacophony; no coherence to anything.

So, I work on my enjoying life, trying to hold those that I have found worth holding, as close as I can, and just hold on to the days as I am permitted them.  Some day, yah, the AUTHOR is going to write me out of the script; no one gets out alive, right?   But until then, here I stand, I can do no other.

* Cockpit designs are of several types and the name “ocean cockpit” is misleading to new paddlers.  its MUCH smaller than a keyhole cockpit and requires some contortions to get into depending on your leg size.  It’s smaller so that when on the ocean, there is less chance of water invading the boat since its a smaller hole, and less surface on the deck of the skirt to avoid implosions under wave forces.   As for the difference in coamings: in a rotomold or blowmolded boat (like ALL Prijon’s) the lip is roughly 1/2″ thick and well rounded.  On a glass boat, its the thickness of the glass making up the boat, almost a knife edge, and it bites the skirt material much better.  Where a well placed knee can pop the skirt on a plastic boat, to pop the skirt on a glass boat requires you to ‘push-pull’ the loop, and anything less will not do.   That is how Selkie is, and her coaming lip is not rounded (other than to get rid of anything that will cause premature wear on the skirt)