Live in the sunshine

Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air....

Ralph Waldo Emerson

It's become a thing for me now.  When a celebrity dies, I start to think about my own mortality - especially when that person is about my age.  I'm also reading the obituaries in my local paper looking for guys that are my age.  It's morbid and I hate myself for it - but I can't stop.  I'm young by all standards.  I have a long life ahead of me.  Many adventures, many joys.  And many heartaches.  I will live a long and glorious life.

Natasha Richardson probably thought the same thing.

We hear it all the time.  Life is short.  Gather thee rosebuds while ye may, etc.  But do any of us really do it?  Do we drink the wild air at every opportunity?  I don't.  I try to, but I don't.  I need to do that more.  To live life.  Because I too might be doing something so benign as skiing on a beginners slope and within two days I'm no more.

My thoughts and prayers go out to Ms. Richardson's family and friends.  May you again live in the sunshine some day.

Here fishy, fishy

It's finally warming up and I find myself thinking about hitting the streams.  I went out the other day and scouting a couple favorite spots and the streams are looking pretty quick and muddy.  Not the best conditions to fish in.  But you can't catch a fish unless you wet your line so I think I'll dig around in the storage room and see if I can find that fly rod and try a little early season trout fishing.  Fishing in muddy, quick water is kinda like living now days.  You know that your luck needs to be pretty good to catch anything.  The waters are murky and quick, but you can't catch a fish unless you wet your line.  Soon here, the waters will recede, the waters will become more clear, and that trout will rise to your fly.  So keep wetting those lines kiddies.