First a word. In this case “first”.
And then another, and another, and another. Before long, there’s a sentence. And then a paragraph, even if an improper one. And just like that, the writing has started all over again.
So much has happened since my last post, it would take like a year to fill it all in. So I won’t. However, this year won’t be so lucky, nor undocumented.
So welcome back to both you and me. I’ve missed you.
At the time of this writing, an uncle is finishing his run. Any day now the call will be received of his passing.
An unprecedented effort is currently being spent in the Pacific Northwest to preserve a particular Orca, J50, and the pod to which she belongs. Antibodies and dewormers are being injected. Live salmon are being released to secretly feed the young whale, and everyone involved is hopeful that the plight of this one whale turns people’s attention and care to preserving the ecosystem of our oceans.
Upstairs, new neighbors are moving in. A new start in hopefully a healthy apartment staircase community. One never knows at the start where the series of events leads. Will it be good, or will it be bad?
Where am I in my career? Definitely not the start. I’m too old to call anything a start.
The end? I sure hope not.
The time to relaunch? Yes. It’s time to pick up the race one more. I’m not Whale J50; but I’m hungry for salmon.
2 thoughts on “Salmon-chanted Feeding”
Welcome back! I thought perhaps that knock on your noggin on the boat a while ago may have taken you out. Glad to see you back.
Ha ha. I wonder if that bonk on the head had any permanent effects myself!