We go dancing nightly in the attic
While the moon is rising in the sky
If I’m too rough, tell me
-alice cooper

Ok, so the thing is my son Julian may have a son, but that does not make me a Grandfather. And no one sent me a “Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40″ cup either. I don’t accept age in such a traditional sense. I’m not anxious to set “Path to death” milestones. These days when Harrison Ford is kicking ass at 60, I don’t think at 42 I have to start wearing pants that come up to my belly button. But I’m happy for Julian of course and welcome Xavier to the world. Finally Julian is learning what hell we go through to bring people like him into the world. And why we then want them to be “worth it”. LOL!So yesterday my youngest son Gryphon had the experience of a lifetime that all started when he said, “Mommy this does not taste right”. Yeah, somehow she mixed up my Ateninol with his allergy pill. My Ateninol is for my anxiety issues, but has the added bonus of giving me the blood pressure of a 17 year old. However for a kid, it’s life threatening. So he was off to the emergency room where he drank volumes of charcoal and enjoyed an IV. His heart rate did drop a bit in the beginning but they got it under control shortly. In the end, he just does not want me calling him “FishFilter” which is my new name for the charcoal eating boy.

One thing everyone who has done a long trip knows, is that the hardest part is returning to normal life. Me too. It’s certainly even worse when “normal” was a bit sketchy anyway. LOL! So back in the land locked world I now find myself looking back out over horizons. Facing past and future and the inferno created those who want you to remain always quiet and unchanging. Yikes. Me Quiet?? I’ve read before that paddling is a way of life. Sure. Sometimes recreation, sometimes a metaphor, sometimes an escape. One thing is certain though. Sometimes out in the kayak we have to make choices. We can’t sit still or the current will slide us backwards or waves will toss us into rocks. We have to choose paths and run with them. Then we have to commit to our decisions and make corrections as necessary along the way. Sure, sometimes others would choose different paths or choose to go back. That’s ok too. But I’m sometimes an “where angels fear to tread” sort of person. Over years I’ve learned that diving in and moving ahead on a wing and a prayer often pays off. What’s that they say? “If your not going over, your not learning”. Sometimes you go over. But in the end, it’s ok.

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