Prepare For Departure

First I must offer a quick apology to those of you who don’t appreciate my constant use of an aviation analogy to describe my journey. That would be because here comes the first of what I’m hoping will be a whole lot more in the future.

I’m also going to be trying a few new things. For a few years now I have been using THC to help sleep better and longer. This is a nice replacement for the two or three drinks I used to use to help in falling asleep. The problems with the drinking solution I found far more threatening than the risks of two hits of weed just before bed.

The new thing that I am trying now is writing these chronicles between hits. Nothing gets published without several reviews so the final product shouldn’t be too hard to take, but the bulk of the narration will be written while stoned.

Here’s the thing. I’m doing this for me. If any of you don’t feel comfortable watching, please tell me. I won’t be offended and hope neither will any of you, but let me know if you want off the mailing list.

So. Homer is definitely the place. I can tell because I’m making new friends and not looking forward to crossing the border wall that Alaska developers have built along the entire 1,500+ miles of the Alaska/Canada border. Most people haven’t heard of our wall. That is mostly because you have been distracted for the last two years and it was funded entirely by Alaskan developers (plus a large donation from the Alaskan NRA).

That, and the fact that it is invisible. It consists entirely of dark matter and acts as a one way barrier to liberals only. They can get into Canada but, like a certain hotel in California, they may never leave. But let’s get back to my favorite subject, you may select any of the following:

1.  Me         2) Sex        3) Flying         D) Women     E) All of the above, together in a hot tub      full of warm coconut oil

OK, “E” it is then.

I came to Alaska to die. Hopefully, not for a while yet. It is not as morbid as it sounds. I had a Will prepared, set up finances to take care of all scheduled income and debts, and asked my PTSD group to discuss end of life issues. Then I settled in to a pleasant routine of getting out to walk or bike or beach comb. There are tons of football matches and even though I will never watch all the content available on Netflix, I looked forward to trying. Yes, past tense.

Life was good. I had one more trip outside and then I could relax and live out the rest of my days exploring Homer, AK. Except for the Northwest Passage cruise, that is.

This is the point where someone hits the pause button and our hero comes out to center stage to deliver a short narrative. Problem is, this story is getting longer but that’s a good thing. This story begins with, “Then I met “M”.

Our paths were destined to cross. M owns and operates an eating establishment, and you all know how I love to eat. Ms M, (as I will refer to her until such time as I can draft a proper introduction) is an incredible lady with an equally incredible life story that I can only hope to be permitted to write. Her impact on me has been remarkable.

I am currently doing carpentry for food and planning a trip outside which will include downhill skiing. 2019 is shaping up to be a breakout year for me.

So, wake up the crew chief and preflight the bird, cause pig is getting ready to fly again.

The weather looks perfect for it!