Chasing Birds
An ultra fine day outside. Bluesky and nary a breeze for my morning beach walk with the Dog. The tide was in retreat, exposing shoals atop which shore birds lighted to pick at what the water had left behind. The Dog was a black streak darting from one shoal to the next trying in vain to catch himself a bird. Or maybe that’s wrong. Maybe he understands he has no chance of catching a bird and only wants to run and play and scare them away. I’ve seen young children do the same thing. Put your average toddler who’s recently learned to run in a large field and point him at a gaggle of birds and watch what he does. Learning early in life that some goals are futile saves wasting time later on trying to achieve them.
Happy Wife and three (four?) other women went to Aialik (Aye-Al~lik) Bay to paddle Kayaks. To orient you, see the Red Dot
Zooming in to Holgate Glacier Bay, where they’re staying at a cabin
Two hours by water taxi to get out there. They left yesterday morning. Today should be fantastic for Kayaking. I spotted a whale in Resurrection Bay this morning during the beach walk with the Dog. I expect there will be plenty more to see in Aialik.
Supposedly this video is representative, less the wide-eyed guides. My women are out there on their own
I don’t mean to sound overly possessive of them, or suggest all of them really are mine. I’m no wannabe polygamist; longtime husbands especially will understand one is enough. The futility of sustaining multiple romantic relationships is a lesson best learned early in life. Chasing skirts and chasing birds is pretty much the same thing. Nevermind that I was a slow learner in this way.
And don’t tell me you’ve never Googled old girlfriends (or hetero-women, old boyfriends). I don’t think there’s any shame in doing so. It’s only natural to be curious about how Chris or Sue (or Larry) turned out. Especially Sue. I don’t know how many times I fruitlessly chased that bird. The problem comes when simple curiosity on Google gateways to rekindled infatuation, too often followed by the belief delusion that surely sending her one email can’t hurt. And before you know it’s, “Awesome, I can’t wait to see you at the class reunion!” This actually happened to a guy I worked with many years ago. Carl (made-up) had a wife and three nice children, a great job, a good circle of friends, he was a fine church-going family man. Really a storybook life (or so we all supposed). Then one day Carl’s wife gets a phone call from the husband of the wife Carl had just had a romantic affair with while at his high school reunion. His old high school sweetheart it turned out. The way I remember it, ol’ Carl was served with papers the second he returned home. Being a church-going man, and the fact he really did feel bad about the fallout at home — although, eventually, he did marry the high school sweetheart, after her husband divorced her — he repented for what he had done during a Sunday morning church service. In front of the entire congregation. So I was told.
Old Carl, it seems, had never given up chasing birds.
Me? A slow learner maybe, but eventually I got it
