Isaiah

Isaiah, my best buddy left today. I miss him so much already.


He certainly hasn't been up for all the recent adventures but he was always happy to wake me every morning and settle down beside me every night.

Amongst my pagan friends he was known as my familiar and he was. We were. There are so many parts of us that communicated wordlessly...and I'm beginning to notice, still do.

But I will greatly miss his physical presence. His joy in every new day, his alertness, his unending loyalty, his love, quiet affection, his fluffy fur.

To some he was known as Sandcastle's Ima Piston. He did earn his herding title, but the show thing, neither of us enjoyed...especially on beautiful sunny days. Many on the AT knew him as Little Bear. That was the trail name he earned after scaring more than a few hikers into thinking he was a black bear cub. He did enjoy his hiking days but I think it was herding he loved most. Working the way he was bred to. I am glad we did that. Glad he came to live with me and be my friend, my buddy and enjoy life to the fullest.

Oh how I will miss him.

In honor of Brandon's trip

Song of the Open Road - Walt Whitman



1
AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.

The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

...

Denver/Utah Trip Canceled

poo!

(and that's all I have to say about that)

New Moon Kayak

Last night we went kayaking up the Mystic River at night. There was no moon. Lots of light from the houses and streets, but past the railroad bridge it was very dark and very cool. Oh, and the little fish were everywhere. Some even thought they should just jump into Eliza.


The pictures were taken at the Isham Street launch.

Dreaming

I've been reading a great book lately, Dreaming in Code. It's the story of the attempted development of PIM software. Ohhh, you say, "that sounds so interesting." But seriously it is. Finally all the pieces are coming together and the history of software, short but complex, is made clear. Funny, I'm getting more identified and invested in the different codes than in the people.

Peoplewise, I'm dreaming about kayaking. Last night after work a few of us went to Bluff Point to work on things. I'm still working on the roll. Getting closer. Then last night I dreamed about it. Practicing it. Hmmm. Maybe if I can dream a complete roll, then I can do it.

Curiosity and the Kayaker

Happy Day-of-No-Labor everyone!
None of my kayaking friends were up or free for a paddle today, but it being soooo beautiful I decided to at least take a little trip out on the Mystic River. Heading South, into a pretty good wind I passed under the drawbridge and railroad bridge then decided to see if there really was a passage under the Mason's Island Bridge. There was. Through that, looking South to the Sound I wondered if there really was passage under the Enders Island bridge. There is. Then I was out in the Sound. Hmmm. Why not just go around the point and then head down river and home. The waves were a bit high, the current confused, and I wished I had my spray skirt. But the ride home was great. All in all, my little trip turned into a gorgeous 2/5 hour paddle.