A Soothing Touch

It's been quite a busy few days. I went out several days ago and made a halibut set with a friend and pulled it yesterday. We caught all I needed to fill my quota and ended up having to shake off about seven hundred pounds of halibut in excess of the quota. It was a real bummer- the shaking, not the catching. Today I sold the catch and got started on cleaning up the mess. I'll continue with the clean up tomorrow. I fell asleep in the chair earlier, and when I finally woke up I figured  I would do a blog post. I know that I'm overdue for one. I made the mistake of looking at my email first. I saw that the credit card company had a charge for Norton Internet Security. I knew that it couldn't be right- I just had about a two hour chat with a fellow named Rohit back in February and he assured me I had 546 days left on the subscription. I was able to get on line and chat with another fellow this time Sonji or some such thing. By the time we got it all figured out, I felt like my hair should be aflame and my face melted into a puddle of Silly Putty with eyes. The technicians are all very nice, but I still have a hard time communicating with them. They want me to remember numbers and dates and contracts, HA! I have trouble remembering the name of the fellow in the next boat stall. Anyway, it got all squared away, until the next time they automatically renew something and I have to go through it again. Now though, it's late- Jimmy Kimmel is on TV and I feel like the Far Side character who raises his hand in class and asks if he can go home because his brain is full. I have the exact opposite problem though; I'm running on empty. At least until I go to bed, then the old brain will kick in full bore. I won't think of anything useful or practical. I'll probably rehearse something in my mind that I should have said or done about a hundred times, then a song that I used to like will play over and over until I can't stand the damn thing anymore, then I'll think about what I have to do tomorrow and try to will myself to sleep so I won't be so tired in the morning, then I'll probably think about catching a bunch of fish and the adrenaline will get going and I won't be able to sleep without a shot of ether. Finally, sometime in the middle of the night, after I've gotten up to pee once or twice (oh I love getting older) I'll finally drop off for a bit- until the stupid ravens decide to wake the neighborhood dogs for a little early morning singalong. Isn't life grand?

  Now on to other things. The top picture is of the Shirley N. He had been out fishing for King Salmon about a week or so ago and came steaming in at twilight one evening. Its always such a great feeling to come home when you've been gone for awhile. Jan took the picture of the moon over Port Frederick. It was very serene. I took the one of the moon over Ears Mountain. It looks almost tropical, like a giraffe should be standing in the foreground or something- damn that global warming! Anyway, I needed to post some pictures that won't get me all excited before I hit the hay. These pictures remind me of that kid's poem about three little kids going to bed. I'd heard it years ago when I was very young, and again by Mrs. Wilson on the Dennis the Menace movie.  Something about Hinkle Winckel and Stinkel, or Hinkle, Winkle and Todd, or Winkle, Finkle and Nod ... anyway, whatever it is, if you know it, would you kindly post it? I have to go to bed. Sweet dreams everyone.