And the world turns on

I’m actually in a fairly good mood today.  Took Blue Jean to Laurel Lake and put a few miles on.  Several broad reaches across wide open water: quarter mile and half mile types.   Then the sea-doos and yayhoos started running amok, and while I am well used to the waves, what I could never get over is being ran over by one of those fast movers, and from the way they operate, I don’t think they watch FORWARD too well.   Saw one fast mover catch air off a wave and the way he landed, I don’t think it was an intentional ‘jump’.   No thanks, I’ll get my narrow long self off the water and let y’all play.  I had a few hours of goodness out there.

Came home, and took the new to me boat back on the river for small spell.  Last night, talking to B, decided to try moving the seat position back a notch (1″) and see if that slows down the turning transition in her.  Not that it was out of control, but I had to make a lot of corrective strokes to keep her in line,   Moving things back did seem to help ‘some’, but I think the nature of the boat is for that sort and nothing else.  A boat I have to grow into,,,   That ain’t a bad thing.

And kittehs,,,    The boys are off sowing their wild oats.   Grizzy finally hit his hormonal levels, and is staying out all night now. Haven’t seen him or Zooms in two days, with the exception of a few minutes in the wee hours last night: Grizz came in around 3 am and greeted me/demanded more food in the bowl.   I’m hoping the little rat will keep out of trouble, but he is a Tom, with the gear, and I know better.   He’ll get his butt kicked and come home to be tended to for awhile, then when he gets that urge again, back at it.   I know that one day, one or both of them won’t return home because they went ‘too far’ and met an end.    I could ‘alter’ them, but after the experience with Voodoo and his alteration, I swore I would never subject another animal to that travesty, no matter what, and all the ‘its better for the animal’ arguments, won’t sway me an inch,,,   IF God had intended them to be ball-less and hormone neutral, he’d have made them that way: Who am I to think I know better.   The only argument that might sway me is the “so many homeless pets”, but when all of my pets have been abandoned by others,,, That argument is bunk as well.  My boys have a good home, if they chose to stay here 24/7 and its far enough out that their efforts will be few and far between in success, so even that argument doesn’t hold a lot of water with me.

ON THE HOME FRONT,,,,   As if I needed any more incentive to want to move from my location,,,,   Who ever said that God doesn’t have a sense of humor.   One rather like my Da’s: Morbid and twisted, but kinda funny after the fact.   The property next to mine was owned by one cousin for years.  He never did a danged thing to it.   There is an old abandoned house on it that finally succumbed to gravity a couple years back (after a couple of poplar trees had grown through the roof).    3 acres, mostly returned to a natural state.   

Well, Seems Cuz 1 needed cash in a bad way.   Cuz 2 just sold a house in a neighboring town and wanted to buy something ‘closer to his roots’.    Doesn’t sound too bad so far does it?    Problem is, Cuz 2 is a wastrel, and his kids are known thieves, and there have been several instances of him and Ol’lady having rather loud and intense squabbles that usually involve police. (and this area is on the edge of two counties, so jurisdiction gets questioned or shunted off a lot, and State Troopers have to pick up the slack.   Time to response is usually measured in HOURS and occasionally in DAYS unless a body is involved.)

For the first time in seven years, I started locking my house and shed.   I had to shift some things around in the shed to store the tools I used to keep on my porch for working on kayaks.   I’m locking my truck and its tool box up, at home, where I used to not worry about such.  (I had to dig through keys to find the door keys, if that says how comfortable I have been leaving my place unlocked.  Not anymore,,,) 

He moved a fifth-wheel camper in last night, says he is going to build a house there.  He is a masonry guy, but knowing some of his history, I see that camper becoming ‘the house’ and a shed or two added in to spread the family around, but a house???   Not so much.  At best, I expect him to lay a block foundation and move in a trailer, maybe. Yeah, its family, but being family does not automatically earn respect, it only gains you forgiveness others would not be given.   This particular case has, in my opinion, worn that forgiveness paper-thin.   Also, my opinion: He and His are the epitome of “White trash”,,,    I don’t hold it against Cuz 1, but danggit, my little corner of the world just shifted in a bad way, and I don’t like it.

At least I don’t have to worry about him or his stealing my kayaks.   There is no way they could sneak them off this hill without passing 4 places that would see it.  It’s the little stuff like tools and computers that I worry about.   And the pets.  Not sure how the brats will act around animals that aren’t people shy.  

Elsewhere is sure looking damned good to me right now,,,,    And I don’t even know where that is,,,

 

But I am still in a better mood than I was 12 hours ago.   Water therapy is a wonder,,,,    Wave actions do amazing things to lower back pain too.

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