Updates and deaths and the impermanence of all things

First, we lost Ozzy and Hulkamania this week.    Don’t know the age of Ozzy, but the Hulk was 71,,,

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Dear sirs.

Locally, BadCUz’s GF is back in jail, and not for a short stay to the best of my knowledge.  (Parole Violations)  Bad Cuz hasn’t been home since Monday and his dogs are getting more than a little hungry.    Last night (more like REALLY EARLY this morning;   0400) I was out sending rounds downrange at ‘the headlights in the woods’.      Don’t think I hit anything (too many small twigs and branches that could deflect things) but they got the message “No Food at this house” .    I give it a couple more days and the poor things are going to be feeding on each other.  Pups will go first, and believe it or not, it will be the mama that kills them.

Karma is a mother, and Bad Cuz is about to find out what happens when you take on that sort of responsibility and can’t support it.  

That is, IF, Bad Cuz isn’t in jail as well.   Like I said, he hasn’t been home since monday and,,,,    No rumor mill forthcoming about it, (and this hollar has one ‘in touch’ gossip that likes to spread word.)(I don’t talk to him much, but I have tested his ‘secrecy’ promise, FAIL,,,LOL   and thats why I say little to him,,,And he doesn’t get this URL EVER!!!)

Nothing in life is permanent (except the pyramids apparently  >eyeroll< ) People and animals move on to the next level, and we continue on our way until such time is ours.    Some cultures make death a festive thing, others, mournful.    Which is right?    Are either wrong?   Myself, I don’t see death as the end, but the next leg of the lesson.  Maybe even being recycled because I didn’t ‘get it’ this time around.   Just as we are inpermanent, so to is this moment, right here, right now.   it may be a memory for someone, but thats THIERS, not mine. 

My weekend will be spent at Hartford TN, the Pigeon River.   KayakKrew meeting up tomorrow eve at a place there, and then maybe hopefully a river day on Satyrday.    Because of  the shortness of the event, going solo: no Cozzie,  (lots of thought went into that.  this will be the second event he has missed out on.)  We are going in sorta blind.  The Hurricane did a ton of damage to the river last year and even the place where we are staying was damaged significantly.  The whole area is still recovering, even while getting hit with this wet year we have had.   There have been videos released that show the upper, but we paddle the lower and I have found nothing on that at all.  Blind.   Some have heard the lower hasn’t changed at all, others are saying most of it is washed out (except the ledges,, can’t wash those out)

Change is never permanent, but CHANGE is,,,

Nothing stays the same. 

I know I haven’t changed but I know I’m not the same.

Rofl,,, Me, the same,,, LMAO,,,,,   I’ve changed MASSIVELY since I came to this hill.    Not just the getting older thing either,,, (Getting?   GOT!)  I’ve changed in in just the last 6 months/Year.   How I manage anger and shock have changed.   NOTHING STAYS THE SAME.   Some will tell you I have grown colder since moving here, but if thats the observers reaction, its due to my indifference to thier actions: not that I am cold.  I’ve been called smug, arrogant, standoffish, strange, cold,,,,   

Guess they weren’t in my inner circle,,,,  

anywhooos,,,, life goes on

until it doesn’t: but thats a personal matter.

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