Monday, November 9, 2009
In view of whales
It was a fine vantage point, that corner of the island on the edge of the Johnstone Straits. The view straight west was of Vancouver Island some miles away. I never had a sense of how many exactly, but guessed between three and five; about a third the distance to that shore, from the south a narrow stretch of land pointed northward: Cracroft Point; facing it, the south shore of Hanson Island. It was a maritime crossroads, used regularly by all that use the sea: the whales, the fishermen--both...
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Thursday, November 5, 2009
Life saved, life lost...
I have gotten so many comments of great support to the previous post, and congratulations for the grand thing of saving a life. Now I am understanding why people who perform CPR or happen by a situation in which they end up saving a life in peril--especially at little risk to themselves--tend to be very modest about it. When it is your job, your training, or simply your nature to act in such circmstances, then the real challenge would be to walk away without acting. I suspect most of us who are...
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Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Saving a life
It started Friday afternoon with an email from someone who was a friend at one time, so I considered her--a strong personality, which I appreciate, but with, as it turned out rather too much in the way of controller personality, too. On an occasion when I declined to be controlled, she became decidedly unpleasant about it, and I decided I didn't need any of that. So I pretty much let it go. She moved to Hawaii, and our paths did not cross. Friday's email was an apology that she could not pay me...
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009
For those counting along with me... It is Day 12
for my friend who has decided music is better than booze.
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Whales: The Night Visit
As I said before, the whales never came in close to our cove during the day. We watched them far out in the waters of the Johnstone Straits, usually traveling along, occasionally feeding. They rarely did anything more dramatic than that, though one day when there was thick fog, we could hear them having a grand party with much breeching going on, water-slapping, and oh such shenanigans that would have been a complete delight to actually see! However, at night when we were at our quietest and...
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