today is father's day.

to the man who was my father,
i'm not sure where you went, i just know you are gone. i still search for you,  i see you, everywhere, but i'm unsure of my ability to make a connection, because you have been away for so long. i can't feel you anymore. not like i used to, though here you are, right here, in my every movement and thought, and i'm happy for your spirit, i'm happy for my sisters and my brother, i'm happy for your kids and their kids, and for your brothers and their kids. i'm proud to be of you, to be of your parents, though they have gone too. you left me but you did not leave me unprepared, you left me weird and you made me friendly, you were human and now i am too. i just wish you would have left me with an upper lip,

today is june.

bad sickness for three days. stomach has mutinied and is trying to gain control of my legs. no work, no pay, no energy. a lot of things happening but what to write about? my all weather friend and mud brother clayton "big wing" pigeon has flew the coop in a coup d'etat of his long mooring in alberta and from what i hear he has joined the rebels just south of us for a quick torch toss across george washington's fell mast. dragging anchor in the land of ports, where he most likely shot numerous water foul, he found himself quickly ripe for flying, now he is sitting break side on some foggy beach sipping rum and eating pineapple. actually knowing the pigeon he's most likely on top of a volcano heading a tour of bohemian bride's maids. all in all i wish i were sandwiched somewhere between the maid of honor and the sympathy dress, with a good view of the bearded wizard and his talking hands. god speed fellow. you're a champion conductor in fore and hind sight.

***bad news from shore: i'm still on it. good news from shore: lots of lovely birds here, humans too. haven't had the canoe out for a fort night and it saddens me to see it belly up on my lawn, which needs cutting. no time. nope, readers must be pleased, and the many they are. thanks you three.

your friend in arms,
and at home,
dr.

next month maybe a chapter on sylvan lake graffiti.

today may 11. 2020.

count down to canoe days. i went yesterday with old pigeon paddler. earlier in the week he forced me into cleaning and painting the sled and with the starboard side finished we dipped oar paddles yesterday. the water is roughly 3 degrees c and at its clearest for the year, ice still floats on the north end of the lake. we found a beached log that clay wanted to tow home for some wood working but she didn't make the trip, we lost her about 1 km from port due to old and brittle rope. a couple beers, a few darts and some sunshine, a successful maiden voyage none the less.

Koala

Koala

surreal puppies

the world is in a state of dispair. nothing new to report. the grass is exposing itself. warning: the lake water is still cold, and mostly covered with a solid layer of thinning ice. my foot found out due to the latter earlier today. i've decided to start a half vast count down to the 2013's maiden voyage of the "portage et trois". it has been sitting keel up for roughly seven months. i estimate that i will have it in the water by june 1st, and until then there are a few things that need to be done, first off a good cleaning, then sanding and refinishing the seats, both stern and bow, (obviously, i just wanted to use some boat lingo to feel rigid) then some minor glassing and labeling and an official christening, most of which i will likely forget to do or loose steam for, aside from the christening, which happens every ride regardless. so here we go, count down, day one/day 39. first step, laying in bed and thinking about an exposed body of water.  thinking about getting life jackets for this year. or a harpoon.

today, another day of fresh snow.

depending on where you live, and depending on whether or not its alberta, and depending on how you feel about depending on the whether or nots of the weather in alberta and you happen to live here like i do , does not mean to have to stay here and there is some mercy in that. give yourself some dignity and realize that nothing is holding you down and you can do what ever you want, like buying an rv and driving anywhere else, aside from saskatchewan or manituba, and find happiness. if thats unreasonable, take your car, ride your bike,  ride your thumbs and open your heart to the opportunity that stands elsewhere. anyway, i just hate snow and winter and im sick of this shit. 7 months strong. makes me weak and my mental state is taking a serious beating, like a jack hammer to a honey dew. its not worth it. have a great day.

today april 18. my birthday.

its been roughly four days since my last post, it took me three hours to remember my password loging in, which made me realize it had been more than four days since my last post. its been a long four days, but all in all i feel good about it. the airplane ride from calgary was swift and i arrived in victoria on time. maybe early. about ten minutes early. there is nothing quite as satisfying as that. but the island was a good time, and i feel that i took it in as honestly as one could considering the circumstances. which were simple and non threatening. and it passed and it felt long and it will last for a long time too. but now i find myself home in sylvan in bed, wasting hours, lacking sleep and wanting more, time away, time above and time below. the prairies are bleak now and seem to hold to it, the trees sway with want for leaves and the snow clings to the grass like a sorry dog at his heel knowing he just shit on your favorite sweater. but i'm in my bed in my underwear that are unnatural and uncomfortable, and its warm here and i like it in my bed. its a nice big bed and i don't take advantage of its size.  there are clothes on my floor and my foot is asleep and i know now i should be too.

today, fools boxing day.

i spent an hour on this post and all i have to show for it is this shitty explanation that i'm an idiot for erasing an hours worth of probably useless information. thank god. tomorrow i'll write about my mom's purple cow.

here's a picture to make up for the lack of mind blowing imagery i was painting with words.

whale

whale

second post same day different date. the 28th.

im really happy to be making progress with my blog, i have figured out how to change my font colour and it only took an hour. praises be to his imperial majesty. last night a close relative of mine hit a moose while driving home from eckville, i haven't had a  true life recap of the events from cejaye, the driver,( also my brother's sweetheart) but i drove my brother out to the accident from sylvan and we caught first sight of the emergency vehicles' lights from the benalto turn off, she had hit the moose then the ditch roughly one hundred meters on the west side of the medicine river,( apprx 3 km from benalto) she was out of the vehicle and standing when i saw her but the moose was exactly the opposite, i walked down in the ditch to get a closer look and sitting in her passanger seat with half its body out the front window, was a 3 tonne* bullwinkle. im grateful for your safety cejaye as are so many others.  i suggest a land cruiser with a bush bar for your next vehicle.* weight estimated.

today, march 27th 2013.

a sunny and mindless day. this may be the slowest blog you have ever read, but it is about time to do something like this and im off to a firing start, following will be numerous spelling mistakes, grammer errors and inappropriate conjugation, along with one sided opinions and photographs. i hope you can enjoy it and with any luck and/or ambition it will be a worth while read.