September begins,,,

This is my birth month and I have never liked it.   Not because of the birthing thing, but due to other factors.   Like currently at the J.O.B.,,, slow down time since everybody and their cousin are dealing with ‘Back to School’ and shifts in  programming scheduling: they tend to NOT want work done around their places at times like such.   So, we experiance this lull in work.

Add in Shit tons of rain and foul weather, Holiday daze,

Weak Week to say the leasts.    only sitting on 15 hours and tomorrow is payday,,,, BLECH!!!!

I can say, I saw it coming and made pre-emptive actions accordingly.  Already paid 3 of my 6 bills for the month and can slack a little if need be (that is to say, not pay AS MUCH as usual, but still more than minimum.)

I just don’t like this month,,,   Things start the fall shift in this month, really gaining speed in October, but you can see them now.   I’ve always been a spring/summer soul, and the ‘little death’ of fall winter always makes me a little melancholy, even depressed at times.   Yah, yah,, I know “to everything a cycle of seasons” and all that, but that don’t mean I hasta like it!!!  (and thing I miss from SoCal,, There were seasons, but the shifts were so subtle to this northern boy, that it may as well have been year long summer to me.)(Chances of return to SoCal? NIX-NIL, NEIN!    Until that area can get its collective shit together and oust the eaters in the north OUT, and fix things,,,,)

Yup, Northern boy by birth, but no place I can say I ever really felt I belonged.   Southern Pride, I get it, But I haven’t any, or not enough to claim Dixie as my own.  Hell, I’ve been the rolling stone for far too long, never finding that comfort zone.    Out west was the closest and coastal was almost right, but I was still running on adrenaline and testosterone then: No time to settle.  (and note, I didn’t and still have no love of LA,  I was Orange County where people still had some semblance of sanity.)

Only one facet of comfort has ever been the common denominator: WATER.    Has to have the water near at hand or I am lost,,,     Phoenix as a trial for me the year and half I lived there.   Only thing I found enjoyable there was the heat, but seeing stagnate water sitting in the drainage canals depressed the everloving shit out of me.    Yes, thats what those canals in that city are, DRAINAGE, because when it eventually rains there, that water has to go somewhere.  Thats why you see bridges in the middle of the desert: Flash Flooding is no joke.

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Last night as I was laying down, the smell of rain coming through my window was heavenly.   One of my favorite lakes has the best smelling water I have ever experianced: almost that sharp tang of chlorinated water, but without the chlorine bite.  My sister experianced that when she went kayaking with me the once.   It can’t really be descibed, must be ‘in person’ to get the power of it.   CLEAN is what it advertises, not the slightly fishy smell of most fresh water tribs. 

I love the smell of saltwater too.   Not the tidal spills of the southern coast of the lower 48 so much, but the actual saltspray of the coast.    The tidal spillsI tend to have a sewage smell to them; one recalled well from my days on Parris Island; with all its attending memories LOL    Nothing like a 20 mile boots and utes with full gear hump on a lowtide morning: some waste water treatment plants smell better.

I guess thats why coast front property is so damned expensive while the tidal property is ‘easier’ (though still outrageous compared to my current digs.)

My absolute best memory of coastal living was in North Carolina.   I rented (off season) 1/2 a duplex on Emerald Isle while I was in ‘school’ at Courthouse Bay (Camp LeJuene). Had a wife and kid that wanted to stay with me and the school had no facilities for a punk ass PFC and his kin, so I was granted a small priviledge.    Still had to maintain my barracks status, but I digress.   That house was on coast line (beach front at that) exactly east west.   I could catch sunrises over the water in the morning, and sunsets over water in the evening.  It only worked out that way in the winter months, but it was frellin’ AWESOME.   

And I didn’t know kayaks then,,,   sigh

of all my regrets, and I have a few, finding kayaking so late in life is one.   There is so much to learn about such a simple boat, and a younger me would have explored that realm so much easier than this over the hill beat up carcass I am hauled around in now.    Can’t change history like that, can we?  

Up north, the Inuit will shortly begin putting up the boats for the year.   I won’t, but I will be pulling out the gear for cold water immersions.   I may never need it for that, but it does keep my warmer and drier than my summer stuff.  Even with this having been a slack year for kayaking, I still fly with a boat in the racks.   You just never know when that moment will hit.  

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As you can tell, I haven’t much to talk about right now.   The whole poly-ticks scene is right out as it makes not one lick of sense.    The economy scene is right out as well since we are now in the gravitational pull of currency implosion.  (Look around, you’ll see the signs if you ignore what you are being told vs what is actually happening.) Most of the news is pure distraction as is, and I don’t even want to dive into the rabbit hole of the mulit/fluid gendered insanity.  Yes, its INSANITY and I refuse to see it as anything but now.  I do pity those that were sucked in, but I despise those that sold that bill of bads.

I’m just trying to get along in life and get myself into a position where I can make a move when such time allows.   Where, dunno, don’t care, just want it to happen smoothly, and that requires much simplification on this end of it.   “emptying the cup” again, trim the fat, lighten the load.   

I’ll try to find something less down and maybe more ‘life’ oriented for my next post.    Y’all take care.

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