500...and counting

I always thought that this would be a special posting, something pithy and wise that captured the melancholy of wonderful memories. I refer to the fact that either yesterday's or today's posting is number 500. Then I remembered: before enlightenment chop wood and carry water. after enlightenment chop wood and carry water. It is, in the end, just another posting.

It is fun, however, to muse over the diversity of drivel, wisdom and BS I've managed to spew in all those epistles. Kayaking, to be sure, has been woven through many if not most of them. There has been some stuff on photography, the environment, messy garages, Qajaq camp, traditional paddling, camping trips, Lady Linda, children and grandchildren and other individuals.

For over a year now I've woken early, petted Ansel and awakened the computer to put some thoughts to bytes (or, pen to paper...but I digressed). I've rambled, pointed out, pontificated and digressed my way through the important and the inane. Many of you, in turn, have been kind enough to respond with your thoughts while I, in turn, have read many of your blogs and loved them.

But, as I say, it is just another day and another post, and I will continue to chop wood and mess up the garage. I will celebrate this day by taking Ansel to the vet for some surgery (a cyst on his neck which he scratches at and makes bleed) and lunch with JB. Clearly the theme here is medical since JB is an EMT, I mentioned the vet and you know my background. And so, dear reader, we have made it through another posting without causing harm while avoiding excessive use. See you tomorrow?

Paddle safe...

DS