Yo yo: Gizmo or official toy. Would operating a yo yo be better or worse than watching Television or watching videos?
Slide whistles: Ticky tacky or gizmo?
Kazoo: Well you know...what do you think?
Now I am no spring chicken but I still get a visceral thrill from the simple pleasure of operating a Yo yo. A White haired yo yo operator.

Make that a senior operator of a digitally connected, hand propelled, organic line arrested spinning device with dependent return and non-return capabilities.
A yo yo.
A yo yo can be operated during a phone call, listening to, or watching someone.
An air driven, mouth operated sound generating device (kazoo; slide whistle) you cannot listed to or hear someone.

At any rate When we don't use a yo yo and it sits idle on a table or desk, is it ticky tacky or gizmo?
Today's blog: Futile musings

Not use something and then when you need it you find that you have lost it?
That combination to a lock, an address on a scrap of paper, a coffee cup, or glasses (dark or others)
I personally believe in some type of gremlin or troll. Usually the one that has socks that have disappeared from the dryer.
Frustrating and a nuisance.
Who to blame and who do we hold accountable?
Standby!
Yeah! That right, we are! Is it so bad to forget where we put something?
Who has the red pencil, whose is grading us?
Not I!
So now I think of looking for something as a chance to clean, to organize, and to get rid of unused items. I feel better with that line of thinking.
Now I will submerge in my cleaning since I have found what I was looking for.

Reese Packer and I went up to fly fish on the north Pitt river.
And, of course, on the way we hit a few lakes to drop a fly or spinner.
Reese drove an older pickup. He had worked for the Sheriff's department but they lacked a sufficient sense of humor and he left. During his tenure as a county mounty he had developed a keen sense for fly fishing. He had fly poles that cost more than any car I had owned and knew stuff about line that would have staggered the big brains at NASA.
We fished and talked and generally had a good time. Hot weather, ice cold glacier fed streams and God's country made a memorable trip great.
It was during this time that I met a native of the area. His tribe had suffered, survived and was flourishing quietly in the northwest.
We talked about many things. He said that in life there are circles.
Little circles are like when we touch something hot, get burned and learn. There are big circles like when we help someone and a week, or so, later they help us out. Then there are bigger circles. These big circles are like when we have known someone and then towards the end of our life we reconnect with them.
He said these circles start small and we never know how big they get.

Reese and I left our fishing and returned to our separate lives. I never saw him again. Our mutual friend that introduced us has passed on. I think back, at times, of that exceptional fishing trip, seeing in my mind's eye the long fly line cast, gleaming in the light and laying on the glassy emerald green cold river.
I wonder if the circle will be complete in this life.
I wonder since so many smaller circles have been completed.
May your circles be complete.

Distance.
It is a measurement. How far away something is measured with a ruler, a tape, or maybe by a odometer in our car. Sailing we measure in nautical distance using longitude and latitude. We all measure distance in time. How much time it takes for us to get from one point to another, one place to another, and in some cases from one stage in our life to another.
No matter where you go, there you are.
Where we are is timeless.
When we want to be somewhere else or be different or have a change, then time comes to play.
Time visits us when we remember what was.

Memory becomes a time machine of sorts. We use our thoughts to travel back in time.
Cars, bicycles, and the like are time machines in their own way. They reduce the time it takes to cover the distance.

Trying to get our message across, trying to get another to understand us, is time consuming unless they are where you are....in time.
When we are with others that share our place, our serenity, we share timelessness. We are present in time.
No matter where you go...There you are.
No matter where we go;There we are.

Watching the shore birds on stilted legs quick step through the surf.
Listening to the surf draw back into the sea with a hissing sigh.
Smelling the salted air as it is drawn deeply in.
Feeling the sand give way with each step along the white beach.
Not thinking but feeling. No illusion. No mumbo jumbo double speak or word games.
Just the experience.
What we perceive is our world. In that perception we find familiarity.

Familiarity from the word family..
We are family. The world is family. What we experience is familiar.
When we are around familiar/family we feel warm, we feel safe, we know what to expect.

It is that strength of having familiar/family that we feel safe enough to go out into our world and explore the unfamiliar.
Thank you all for being familiar last year and now we explore this new year together as....family.