An easy thirty.
I stop, look,
Eat apple in park.

Ooh, That Stings Eh!

Tuesdays always start out the same for me and this one was no different. I'm up and milling about the house by 7 at the latest. Computer goes on, Itunes activated, KGNU -Boulder public radio streams in. My homepage opens with a list of emails along with my calendar. I hit the LUX, grind some coffee beans, feed Pablo and smoke a cigarette.

Every Tuesday I try to catch the half hour of lecture KGNU allocates to Alan Watts and his sense of understanding. It comes on at 9. To compensate for the mornings that I forgot to log in and listen, I have gotten accustomed to putting ITunes on right away and listening to the various banter that's streaming into my living room before him. This week his lecture reinforces the idea that we are a fluke of nature. That it is quite odd that we even exist. That it simply would've been easier for nothing to happen at all. So, this gets me asking to myself, Am I happening? Are you happening? I am happening! I go into my kitchen and make some oatmeal with a handful of blue berries and some honey.

After milling about the morning and posting various articles to my facebook page, I am finally motivated enough to go on a bike ride. I have a nice 12 mile loop that I enjoy in South Boulder. The weather is nice and not too hot at about 85, Clouds are rolling in slowly over the flatirons. Those clouds won't become a thunderstorm till about 430pm. I breeze through my 12 mile loop much easier than usual and contemplated going around a second time but decided to just go home because I was out of water. When I got back home, I switched from my cycling shoes to my sneakers and while still warmed up, I hit the treadmill for the next half hour or so.

BassMaster Billy always swings by in the mid afternoon and drinks a beer. We plan out what lake we want to attack on this Friday. I took a short nap when he left. The White Rhino will be here tonight at 7 to return my Trooper which he has been borrowing for the last two weeks. His truck is having issues. I have to give him a ride back to Longmont so I decide on the way back that I'll do my grocery shopping in North Boulder. I pick up about $200 worth of stuff and get it loaded into the Trooper. I see that long strand of the carpet of the truck's floor that is always getting caught in the door. It's frayed and is greasy with oil and gets all over everything it can reach. I whip out my pocket knife and begin to cut at the beginning of the fray which starts under the front seat. Without paying attention, I slice my left index finger. Like a good soldier, I pull my ban-dana out of my pocket and wrap my finger tightly, without even looking at the wound. It was well past dark now anyways and it wouldn't have been easy to see injury anyways. I drove past two hospitals to get to my house, in a five speed with my wrapped finger pressed tightly to the side of the steering wheel. When I get home, i see its pretty nasty. Of course my knife is serrated and so my finger has a jagged pattern similar to how a serrated knife would leave jagged marks on a sharp cheddar cheese. I pour peroxide on it for a couple minutes and then wrapped it in gauze. The gauze was soaked through with blood when I awoke this morning. I re-cleaned it and wrapped it again. Wrapped it again around noon and it seemed to stop bleeding.

Conjole-
1)to gently persuade,
2)a word spellcheck doesn't believe is spelled right.

BassMaster Billy arrives as usual for a beer and I conjoled him into riding. He was tooling around on my singlespeed galaxy flyer with the chrome fenders that I found at a nearby yard sale. I'm riding circles around him on my schwinn mt.bike. When we got back to my place, I could see that my finger was bleeding again. Billy was sweaty and panting. I tell him we went 4 miles, basically a loop of my neighborhood. In between large inhales, he asks, how long were we out? An hour? I say... Only 18 minutes, maybe 20.

BassMaster Billy
&
The Galaxy Flyer

There's a funny Simpson's quote for every situation.

"...and that fluffy kitten played with that ball of string, all through the night. And on a lighter note, a Kwik-E-Mart clerk was brutally murdered..." -- Kent Brockman

Step Right Up! Get your Fat burning coffee here.

Today at the lake was a bust. I awoke this morning to my cell phone's alarm clock ringing softly on my nightstand. It is the only alarm clock I own. I don't much like those clock radios with their intense screeching and those dreaded blinking LED's that go on and off whenever the power goes out. It was 4:25am. I sat right up, reset the phone alarm and drank the remaining water that was in my bottle. Pablo comes into the room and rubs his body against my leg. I know he is saying "feed me". I put a scoop of chow in his bowl. This morning, I'm getting ready to head to CanMaster B's house. I'm to meet him at his place at 6. We have had these plans to fish this particular spot for a couple weeks now. We had outstanding luck the last time we were there. His brother, who just moved out here, is to be joining us. I always insist that for this lake that we need to be early. We need to be at the trailhead at 5. It's a two mile hike from there. CanMaster B wants to go later. I usually meet him at his place then carpool from there. On the phone the night before, CanMaster B haggles me up to 6am. I say, OK, but you both better be ready and I laugh evil-like as I hang up my phoneclock.

I have prompt mornings down to a science. I pre-make my coffee the night before and I put my fishing gear in the Taurus. (I let a pal borrow the Trooper) I have my clothes, knife, boots, fishing license, driver's license,cash, keys, sunglasses cowboy hat all in one place so when I get out of the shower, all I need to do is jump into my garb, grab a quick bowl of oatmeal and blue berries, slam my second cup of coffee and head out the door.

The weather channel says due to monsoonal moisture from the South, expect to get wet just about everywhere in the state. I got to his house by 5:50. At the trailhead by 6:20. Bright and sunny. After about4 hours of fishing, and with those monsoonal clouds slowly building up, none of us had caught anything. We had all seen trout and many trout there were, but you could drop a fly right in front of them bastards and they wouldn't take it. At least the hike was good and we got back to the Westy and drank a beer before the sky darkened over. Since we didn't catch any lunch, WhiteCastle AKA "ol' Faithful" , was prepared along with several glasses of lemonade.

I had a hankering for trout fishin' when I woke up this morning.

It was about 5:45. After my daily bowl of oatmeal and blueberries, I headed up to Nederland. The water was like glass. Occasionally, a few sprinkles would dot the stillness and ripple out.

Baby trout too anxious.
Eat anything.
Where is the big one?

I packed it in after a couple hours and a dozen baby releases. Yawn. I headed back home. I was finally able to get a clear pic of that Boulder city limit sign that I have been trying to capture every time I drive by. When I got home, Pablo was in the window and then of course was at the front door at the bottom of the stairs. I quickly changed from my fishing attire to my cycling clothes and rode a nice 23 mile route through South Boulder and wound up eventually in the heart of town. I headed to the mouth of the canyon, the canyon I drove up this morning to fish. I turned around at the park. The ride back home will be down hill from here. An easy 7 miles. It's cooler today, only about 83 degrees according to my cyclometer.

It's good old fashion blogging....By gar it's been awhile!

I have chosen play first and business last. I'm a man of contrast. I like details. I like ales. But how far can I cast?

I haven't been blogging. No reason, really. Facebook consumed a chunk of my time, there is all that chatting. I switched to fly fishing this past year. bought some chest waders, and a net finally. I don't know why I didn't ever do this sooner the fly rod just feels right. This past spring and summer I started fooling around with the banjo again, which sat in hiatus just as this blog did for a year.
I bought a 1991 Isuzu Trooper last August. It has 219,000 miles on it. I turned it into my fishing truck. I plan on putting a rack on top and hope to find a nice Johnboat with a trailer to tow behind it. I have a bit of sanding and priming to do around the edges. I love the 4 wheel drive.

So, we'll see if I keep up with this blog.

BassMasterBilly got a new hat

BassMasterBilly's new hat