Time stops for no one. It, time, marches on. They say, in professional sports that only Father Time is undefeated. In the best sense of being PC, time isn’t male or female. It doesn’t care if you need more time. It doesn’t care if you are short of time. Time is the one thing we never have enough of. You can’t, realizing you’ve ordered pizza and only have 8 dollars in your wallet shake the couch cushions to get the other five bucks for the pizza in the couch. Time doesn’t work that way. It begins every day as if it is a new day. 12:00:00 changes yesterday to today. We write songs, books, and poems about time. Jim Croce talked about keeping time in a Bottle.
Dorian Gray stopped time until he wasn’t able to any longer. We measure Olympic events in time. The 100-meter dash is measured in seconds. We do not measure the long jump in seconds. It is measured in feet, but we schedule the long jump event with time — 2 pm for the long jump. Noon for the pole vault and don’t forget the prime time 100-meter butterfly event in the pool. We measure days as 24 hours (and a few seconds). We stack days based on the time it takes Earth to move around the sun. Galileo was right, excommunicated, but right that the Earth moves around the sun. That period we call a year. 365.25 days. Every fourth year we add a day to the calendar.
Time is the one thing we don’t have. Time is the one thing that we find hard to deal with when it is wasted. Waste not, want not the adage that applies most to time. Don’t waste my time! Don’t waste time. Time doesn’t create river valleys. Water cuts through stone to create rivers, caves. But water isn’t bound to the same time as human beings. A year to water is nothing. It can take water a century to go from the rain too well water. It can take a million years to cut through 100 feet of rock. Water doesn’t care; water has time. She is the universal equalizer mother time. You can’t have more than was given to you. You can’t build time in an alchemists lab. The time it took you to read this is gone.
Time is the one thing there is never enough of.
The pictures today, from what my father saw series. In particular, these are from his MISC folder. But, I recognize the pictures. Not that I was there, rather I recognize where the pictures were taken. The first few pictures are of a Thai market. There are many Thai markets. My all-time personal favorite as a child was the Sunday Market. These pictures are not of the Sunday market. That was a magical outdoor ride. I remember approaching the Sunday market in the car. You could tell from the rising smoke from the food vendors that we were coming near the market. We would need part of the car, an Opal as a side note. And then we would venture into the market.
We often shopped the Sunday market for a fun dinner or holiday meal. As you walked towards the many tents, the world was opened before you. In the sky, the kites were flying. Around you were the myriad of things available. It was sensory overload. I remember because before I lived in Thailand, my experience with fish was that I liked it at my grandparents, but in Indiana, I didn’t like fish much. Now, suddenly, the smoked fish smelled delightful. The food vendors were sprinkled through the tents. As you walked, there were hawkers selling wares. Everything was there, fish, beef, lamb, and many other ocean creatures. Chickens are hanging in the window of the display case.
Everything was available, but there were no prices. You bartered for everything you got. Everything was a negotiation. The price 10 baht, you then argued, bartered. Sometimes the vendor would say, “I must feed my children.” The art of the deal played out every single week. I loved watching, listening, and smelling. The world of possibilities lay in front of us as we walked through the market. Oh, I recall the Sunday Market. Dad, on a mission, walking to the place he had already determined had what he wanted. Mom, usually holding my little sister ( I guess she was a flight risk then). Me between mom and dad (I was a flight risk or posed a wander off risk). My middle sister is holding my mom’s hand as we changed past the many vendors to the perfect spot.
I remember the Sunday market well!
What path will you follow? One of the things I learned about boating many years ago, is that as long as there is water (and of course depending on the size of your boat, the amount of water is important), you can go virtually anywhere. You cannot go into water that is too shallow unless your intent is ground the boat. You can also stop, drop anchor, and be stationary. But for the most part, as long as you are careful, you can go anywhere. It is that freedom that water represents. Although based on the news right now, I would be less likely to wander closer to the beaches on the Atlantic coast right now. There have been three separate Shark Attacks on the North Carolina shore in the past two weeks.
I have a healthy fear of sharks. With the water being warmer in the Ocean right now, they are coming closer and closer to shore. So are Rays, that is also dangerous for humans. The small fish that Rays and Sharks snack on is moving closer to the beach. When prey moves, predators move as well. We haven’t seen a shark live, in the Bay yet. There are many Bull Sharks, but they are not as aggressive as the Great White Sharks are. Most great whites, don’t have a great vision, so telling the difference between a thrashing and playing human, and a seal, is difficult. We don’t get into the water of the Bay, but there are a lot of people that anchor and swim!
The fun thing for us is to get out and see things. We are scanning the horizon and the sonar for submerged objects. Avoiding Crab Pot markers (we were a bit closer to one accidentally). But for the most part, we like to zip across the water. It is relaxing. Sometimes, accidentally, we hit a wave just right, and the spray flows over the boat. There is a wonderful cold feeling as the sea spray (well it isn’t 100% salt water) washes over you.
I am not, by the way, advocating the removal of sharks from the Ocean. They have been there for millions of years. That is their right to exist! I am simply going to be a little more careful about where we fish going forward. I don’t want to argue with a shark!
Getting to the boat, the safety rules kick in. Even though I forgot to charge the camera, and later got lost on the Bay, I always remember the safety steps. The most important thing is Safety, except when it isn’t the most important thing. Kidding, it is always important to follow security and safety steps. When driving or any other activity. We did get to wander by the Osprey. There were two distinct spray nests. One was abandoned the other had mama sitting on the eggs. Last year we got to see mama feeding the babies a couple of times, we are hoping to see that this year as well. Although, based on signings, our biggest goal is to see dolphins. We’ve been hoping for two years so far!
I apologize for running late today. I had a personal event that required I leave home early. The site was down for a bit this morning. I didn’t have time to post or read.
Luckily because of the event, today is a personal day. No work, just relaxation the rest of the day.
That is unlike the poor mama Osprey. She has to sit another two, or three weeks yet before the little ones arrive. It is a thankless job, protecting your babies before they know you are protecting them. It is a thanked and welcomed job when they are old enough, but when they are tiny, they don’t know what is protecting them, or even that they need protection. Such is the reality of being a parent. You guide, guard, and support as your child spreads their wings and then flies away. Each day is a gift.
Personal business done, blogs posted. Time to get rolling no the rest of the day!
The marina where we keep our boat has three boat hotels. You can see them in the wander to the boat pictures today. Boat Hotels are metal structures that hold 12 or more boats. Two are on the far side of the parking lot, and they are huge. The one near the service center is much smaller. Either way, it is a great way to store more than six boats in a space. You can store six, then six and finally six more in the same space other places have six. It is a lot of fun just to look at a boat riding the sky. What do you call a boat way up in the sky? The largest has to be nearly 40 feet tall. I love watching them come along with the forklift and gently pull the boat down before it can go into the water.
We were carrying the BBQ we picked up on the way to the boat. The Bayside Bull restaurant was the lunch stop we made. I am a huge fan (so is my wife) of good BBQ. We grabbed our food; it is not an eat-in the restaurant and headed down to the marina. We walked briskly to the A dock so that we could enjoy lunch as we got ready to pull out of the slip and head over to the fuel dock. We were low on gas! The lunch was amazing; the air was crisp and cool. The sky was blue, and the clouds were magically dancing in the sky. We had to wait a bit to get to the fuel dock (lots of people had the same idea to get fuel yesterday). The young lady in charge of the fuel dock was very nice, threw us the ropes and we tied off to fuel up.
We wandered down south of where we had ever been on the Bay before. But, sadly you will not see any pictures. As we approached the crab pot farm, where the commercial crab fishing happens, the camera flashed the “hey you didn’t charge me” message. I have to say it was a bit embarrassing to realize I hadn’t changed my camera. We still got a few pictures but none of the crab farm. I guess we will have to go back! Then on the way back, I overshot the Rhode River Bay (twice). I had to check the GPS and make sure I slowed down, so I didn’t miss the river entrance the third time. It was not a great day for me, ego wise, forgetting to change the camera, and forgetting where the river was!
I haven’t done this in a while, wandering the old pictures I took a while ago. I take about 10% of my pictures with my phone. It is more pictures that are a spur of the moment. If I am certain that there will be a picture opportunity, I take my camera. But there are times when I realize that something is interesting and I capture the picture with my phone. Over the past few years, the amount of cellular pictures has increased. I average 12,000 pictures a year, and per my iTunes picture back up, I have around 8,000 iPhone pictures. Those are roughly from the past seven years. Most of my early camera work with a phone was a quick snapshot of a whiteboard, to capture an idea.
A few of the pictures are strange; The first one is of a goodwill box. We have a goodwill box that we keep in the front room as things are ready to be moved to Goodwill. The rest of the pictures are moments. One was my thumb that I included several different pictures of during the 365-day challenge. One of the thumbs was a phrase the Pittsburgh Steelers used in 1970;s when asked about winning a fifth Super Bowl. But I did the thumb because I can’t help being silly sometimes. There is a picture of the Foodi Ninja throw into the picture collection as well. I suspect having shared some of these before that they just caught my eye this morning. Sometimes, I am looking for inspiration.
Sometimes, I already have the wander in my head. It is after a wander project. Sometimes the pictures are places we have been. Sometimes the pictures are things that were. But the words always wander away from the pictures. So I guess it is the wander with the words and wander with the pictures wander project. I do often take pictures as we of flowers I see. I spend a lot of time outdoors. Some of my neighbors spend hours a week no the way their houses look. I follow the Sheldon Cooper philosophy in the summer. Humans have spent thousands of years perfecting inside; why would I go outside when it is nasty. I still go, the labs want to walk — Anyway, end of my wander today
The first and last pictures are interesting. The first picture is an awkward pose by my grandfather. I don’t know if my father, mother, or yet another person took the picture. My grandfather doesn’t look comfortable. The last picture in this series is my middle sister and my grandmother sitting on rocks. It’s funny when I look back at my childhood I do have recollections of visiting my grandparents (father’s parents) but more of Racine. Even more after the passing of my grandfather. The house my grandparents had in Wisconsin Dells is a distant memory. I was there, many times, there are lots of pictures of me near or in that house. I remember the front porch.
I remember my grandfather’s basement and the chocolate covered cherries he had in his work shed. We, my father, the young many living with us and I, built a barn on the farm that was named for my Grandfather. We painted his nickname on that barb we built. The Barn was later converted into a dog house and storage area. For a while, it was the tractor barn. There wasn’t anything on the farm, but a tractor, a barn and a gate for a couple of years. Mom and dad bought the land for the farm when I was a sophomore in Highschool. They didn’t move to the farm until after I was out of high school. But the initial farm was only the barn we built. It was never a great barn.
The Apple Orchard came next. We planted the orchard on the front side of the property. The house was going to be in the middle of the original plot. The driveway was gravel. The second building built on the farm (as I remember things) was the initial garage. It, the garage was interesting. I don’t think e ever actually had room o put a car in the garage on the farm. We may have, but I don’t remember doing so. The garage was full of all sorts of things. Dad always had a gasoline tank installed on the side of the barn. That way you didn’t have to run to the store every time you had to fill the mower or tractor with gas. But those things were later. First, it was the Barn named for my Grandfather!
There is a path my grandfather and father used to take all the time; I remember being on it, many years ago. I couldn’t tell you much about that path, other than it was in the Dells. It was nowhere near the boardwalk of the Dells. When I was little, the Boardwalk was tiny — comprised of the main street of Wisconsin Dells The Fudge shop (that I will never forget) on one end. The source shops on both sides. Fake items that appeared to come from the Chippewa Indian reservation but when turned over clearly said made in Japan. Later I suspect that would become made in China. But when I was little wandering the shops, it was Japan that mass-produced fake items that delighted a small child.
The glass blowing shop was also there. The glass blowing shop was owned by my father’s cousins. My grandfather, when they were in the Dells, originally owned the shoe repair store. They, my grandfather, grandmother, three aunts, and father lived over the shop. I have talked to one of my dad’s cousin that was around at that time, she spoke of the shop, but there are no pictures. It is as if a line was drawn in 1956 before that didn’t exist because there are no pictures. My father was closest to his oldest sister and his youngest sister. His oldest sister died when I was 6 or so years old. She had become a professor of Archaeology at the University of Michigan. I remember visiting her when she was sick
I remember that visit in Ann Arbor Michigan. Sitting on a couch with a Cleopatra extension, talking. My cousins were older than I was. The oldest was into comic books and acting. The younger of the two of more athletic. He would later return to the Dells and become a glass blower and own the glass blowing shop in the Dells. The other was the fourth tragedy that I know of, and the third tragedy I remember. My Uncle, married to my fathers oldest sister had killed himself in California. That before I was born. Or if I was alive I didn’t remember much I was an infant. The second was the death 5 to maybe 7 years later of lung cancer. The third was the death of my grandfather. The fourth tragedy was the death of my fathers oldest sisters son. He led a tortured life after her death.
Wandering on the boat requires a visit with Captain Lars. He, the good captain, lives on the boat during boating season. Originally Lars, along with two of his cousins, joined our family in Geisinger Norway. He and his cousins rode in my suitcase back to Maryland. As we wandered in from the Bay, we quietly moved past the camp that is across the river. The music and kids running around reminded me of camping as a kid. Camping was always an experience. As a Junior in High School, the young man that lived with us (his parents wanted him to get a college degree in the US) and I went off on a canoeing adventure. We put the canoe in at Allen’s Creek.
We set up the tent and enjoyed a weekend away from the world! I remember the battery operated radio and canoeing from the launch pad to the place we picked. Allen’s creek was houseboat alley when I was younger. More houseboats tied to each other to create a huge party platform. We camped all around Allen’s Creek over the years. Beyond Allen’s creek, there were several state parks. Brown County State Park, was a favorite camping place when I was a little older. We also camped in Springmill, McCormick’s Creek State Park, and many others. Camping and canoeing around the lake were always fun. There were several great locations around Lake Monroe.
There were other locations as well including Crooked Creek, Payne town on Lake Monroe. Each had its unique flavor of camping — crooked Creek was wilder than the others. You had to be careful where you set your tent up, or you would have visitors (cold-blooded) at night. One time while camping at Crooked Creek, we watched a Natrix (water snake) drag a catfish out of the water and tried to swallow it. Payne town was more of a pleasure craft, small boat location. Fairfax was the beach and also where the big marina on the lake was. Four Winds was the big marina on Lake Monroe. The bigger boats and houseboats all tended to dock at the Four Winds Marina.
Ah, memories we drift away with you always!
There is separation as you pull away from shore. Not, as it was hundreds of years ago, when someone left for the sea, (mostly a male in the deep sexist past of our world) their spouse standing on the widows walk. The windows walk was added to a captains house, on the roof, overlooking the harbor so that the wife could stand and watch for her husband’s ship. Before the days of sailing ships, you would never know if you would see your family again. The days of sailing ships reduced the time to traverse the oceans, but it was still measured in months. Now it is measured in days, but the separation is still there when you pull away for the first, 100th of 1000th time from the dock.
Each separation is a separation — a changing of aspect and orientation. The move is from solid ground to liquid. The same is true as you step onto an airplane. At first, door open sitting in your seat, you wait. Then the cabin door shuts, and the world changes as you lift off the ground to become one with the very air. That is the separation. The moment when everything changes and you are suddenly no longer connected the way you were before. That change of connection is something each of us either relishes or fears. The first time you fly is always different than the second time. You release the fear, or the fear becomes worse the second time.
But things change, as each passing separation removes something. Either the greater feeling of security you start with, eroding as you separate time and time again. Or a greater sense of freedom. I am free of the bounds that have limited me. Imagine for a moment that we contemplate the essence of both that wonder and fear. Why does water invoke fear and love? Some fear the actual water. The essence of the water covering them. Others dive in to splash and celebrate the magic of the water. It, the water, is little more than two hydrogens and One Oxygen molecule that hitched a ride together. Water is a chemical. It can be destroyed with heat. It becomes solid when cold enough. But it is just a chemical reaction result.
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