saturday boys

equinox

First day of Fall.

Hot.  Arid.

It didn't surprise me that some woman was yelling at me....asking me if I knew CPR...as I drove up & pulled into the parking lot at Hoyt. I had already pulled over twice on my drive home from work....to let an ambulance and then a firetruck pass.  Lots of sirens tonight....I had noted.

I nodded and parked, quickly running down to the small crowd that had gathered.  Probably a crap shoot on her part...but none of the other bystanders seemed to offer any knowledge.

There on the cement lay a boy in his early 20s barely breathing and a pale shade of grey.

Does he have a pulse?...I asked.

Yes.  Very weak.

Was he working out?

We don't know.

I found him in his car slumped over...offered a gentleman.  We carried him out.

 

Did you call an ambulance?

Yes.

As I was assessing the situation...the fire truck pulled up. I stepped back as the firemen & emt's began asking the same questions...going about their business of reviving the boy. I could see fresh tracks in his right arm.  The firemen also pointed this out...and asked what he had taken.

Nobody knew.

Nobody knew who he was.

I stood there watching them work....mesmerized.  My analytical brain had taken over.  No panic.  Only questions & curiosity.  Analyzing every move they made.  Inching closer....to watch & learn.

And...as quickly as the crisis had started....it was over.  The ambulance arrived as the boy was rousing.  The colour coming back to his cheeks.

So I turned and made my way up the hill.... to 4 miles of empty trail.  Thankful for the solitude.

sketched

she sat quietly at the bar...crayon busily flying over paper

she left this with her tip...

foggy

some days...
the fog
...feels good

birthday boy

The V-man is 9 today.

Yanked from my loins at 2:06 p.m....all 9 pounds, 21 & 1/2 inches of him.

....a keeper.


Here he is at 7 months....

fin-icky fin work

taking advantage of a small day to practice fin first take-offs...



keep the fin down

plant it

spin it

drift

concentrate...

concentrate...!!

voila!

photos courtesy of Gaz

matsyasana

fish pose

carnitas & olas

exposed

State Long Course Meters Championships

The V-man swam in his first ever state championships this past weekend.
Improved times.
Top 10 finishes in all of his events.

My little swimmer is taking shape.

sunday school

It's no secret that I am agnostic/atheist.
At 13....I told my parents that I didn't believe in religion.
No longer would I attend church.


Then...I found this.
Now I'm in church every Sunday...

photos courtesy of Fletcher Burton

fish a la tyler

the cute boy got up this morning and said we were going fishing

uh....ok?

the surf is micro
south winds coming
and...
the tyler had been somewhat neglected

sure...why the hell not
nothing like feeling like a big ol' piece of bait out in the middle of lake pacific

paddle paddle paddle paddle paddle paddle

dinner!

fine day

no early morning commute
sex
coffee/tea
toast
long walk
nude sunbathing
eagles soaring overhead
fruit
surf
sex
long walk

day half over...

swimmin stoke

School is out and swim season has begun.

The V-man competed in his first ever LCM swim meet (long course meters....50 meter pool) this past weekend. About 265 swimmers (in all) ranging in age from 5 to 18 competing.

50 meters... is a long way to swim for an 8-year-old. (some days...it's a long way to swim for a 40-year-old)

The V-man was undaunted by this.....

Saturday:

50 m. back - first (A time)
50 m. breast - second (A time)
50 m. fly - disqualified (he had it won......damn two hand touch!)

Sunday:

100 m. free - first (A time)
100 m. breast - second (B time)
100 m. back - first (A time)

side note: his times were not only faster than all of the 8 y.o.'s...but also faster than MOST of the 9, 10 & 11 y.o.'s

"A" times....qualify him for the Oregon State (10 & Under) Long Course Championships.

He kicked ass!

Not bad for a boy that once needed the threat of "calling Papa"... just to get him into the pool for practice.

enchanted forest

not much in the way of surf today
sure...the buoys say south swell
but...
the south wind is on it as well
blown out crap

so...

the cute boy & I went in search of oyster mushrooms...

bounty!

unfortunately...these beauties are about 40 feet up...

no fretting though...
we did find several...a couple pounds worth...within reach.