Adicus Badicus- Bestest Dog EVER!!!

I've been meaning to do a post on Adicus, the most incredible dog I've ever known! His birthday was last week (he turned 3) and what a three years it has been! We got him from a breeder from Tennessee and got a hell of a bargain looking back on it, plus, we always get to make fun of him for being from Tennessee. When we got him, he was little more than a ball of fuzz, full of energy and curiosity. Little did I know that I was about to form one of the closest bonds of my life.

I can still remember the first time I took him out to start training him to fish with me. There are some shallow gravel runs below the damn at the lake near the house, so I figured I would take him down there for his introduction to moving water. We had had Asdicus over 2 weeks at this point, so he was responding pretty well to tennis balls, getting him to follow me into the water wasn't that hard. In what would turn out to be his natural fashion, he bit off more than he could chew, ended up head over heals and underwater! A quick grab of the collar and back on the gravel bar he goes.

After that day, I started taking Adicus with me whenever I went fishing, feeling very guilty if I went out without him, leaving him in the crate alone. The first few months, there was not just a lot of fishing going on. More me cussin and trying to teach him that he is never allowed to get in front of me. Watching him learn the boundaries of what he was willing to do, and me learning where he could go. Over the months an understanding and a partnership was developed, as well as an incredible fishing companion being gained. It is rare that I am seen on the water without him. I have a tendency to feel even more guilty these days if I leave him at home, because he knows when I've been fishing without him, and the look of betrayal he gives me breaks my heart. People who don't know me say hi because they recognize Adicus. I guess he's just that type of dog!

Anyone who has ever owned a German Shepard knows how smart they are, people who haven't sometimes have a hard time comprehending it. Trust me on this, if they had thumbs and pockets, we'd all be in trouble! He has come to recognize the sound of the computer shut down and heads for the door, knowing it means mom or dad are FINALLY getting of off "the silver box" and will finally pay him some attention. Attention = Fetch, Frisbee, or Stick. In that order. Adicus is a fetch fanatic. If I had the some dedication to anything in my life as he does when it comes down t us throwing something, God only knows where I would be. Cat and I trained Adicus with tennis balls, so from the early days of his life, he was wired that tennis balls, and eventually Frisbees, were his reward.

I have always wanted a dog that played fetch. Standing in the back yard in the evening, throwing a ball while watching my loyal companion bring it to his master... We got that and some!I took me 6 months to get him to quit running after EVERY ball that rolled by. (many apologies issued at the park!) I have seen him stare a a tennis ball for 4 hours in hopes, just an inkling, that someone might throw it. He is constantly bringing sticks up to us and throwing them at our feet. It is well beyond obsession and traveling towards a neurosis! A couple of winters ago, I was playing with him on a snowy parking lot, throwing a tennis ball around. So focused on what he was doing, it was not until he stopped for a few minutes that I realized that he had tore the skin off of the main pads on his front paws and he finally realized that he was in pain. Never a limp or skip in the step, I don't think he realized until he stopped long enough to feel it. We ended up having to bandage his paws for a week or so. He spent most of that time lounging on the couch with his momma.

Adicus and his momma have a very special relationship. He turns to butter around her! Always getting scritch and special loving from her and food. For those of you that may not know her well, my wife will feed anything, and I mean anything! Adicus knows this. Hell, animals that don't know her know this! He can look at her with those big brown eyes while she's eating, knowing mamma rarely cleans her plate, or that he can "rinse" the plates when she's putting dishes in the dishwasher. Unfortunately for him, he is on total human food restriction because he has very sensitive digestive system. i.e. he gets the shits!!! Hence one of his other names, MudButt. Enough said!

Adicus is now three years old and maturing into the dog I've always dreamed of. There were times that I didn't think we were going to make it through the puppy stage. On many more times than one occasion, I've come home to see him napping in random piles of destruction. Ranging from digital cameras, X-Box controllers, Cats expensive/new shoes, the list could go in for awhile! he is by no means perfect, but at the same time he is in my eyes. People comment on him when we're on the water, at the lake, a restaurant, wherever we might take him. Everything from what a beautiful dog he is to how well behaved he is. I'm so proud sometimes, my heart could just explode out of my chest! He is a marvelous dog!

And what post all about Adicus would be complete without discussing a little bit about his bestest friend in the world, Scooter. Scooter is a cat that we brought hame at two weeks old and had to be bottle fed. I think Adicus was just over a year old when we got Scooter and devoloped a somewhat unusual bond with him. Adicus started carrying Scooter around in his mouth when we got him, making sure he was where ever we where. Adicus also protected him from the other cats in the house and anything else that might try to harm him. They sleep together, Scooter cleans Adicus' ears. If Adicus hears Scooter scream, he totaly freaks out. Granted, he does this with all our cats, but Scooter in particular. Scooter is the only cat allowed near Adicus' food dish, it's so cute to see them eating together! Even cuter to see them cuddling together in the bed or on the couch. Adicus + Scooter = Bestest Friends Forevers!!!

So that's Adicus. A dog that makes me wish I could be all that he thinks I am. He loves his pops, there is no doubt in the world about that! I love him. He most definately loves his momma, there is no question there. He listens most of the time and he stays out of the garden. On rainy days, he's more than content to lay on the couch doing absolutely nothing. On nice days when I'm going fishing, he'll wait by the truck door so I don't forget him. What more could you want out of a dog?

Grow Garden, Grow

The benefit of all the rain we've been getting is that the garden is growing like gang busters these days! Unlike the past couple of years where we've struggled to keep the garden watered, this year is the exact opposite. I don't think the soil has dried out in two weeks, mushrooms are growing all over the garden and we're starting to have some fungus issues from all the moisture. I need to spray, both Neem and a general fungicide, but we can't get period of time that's dry long enough to do so. I have some leaf spot attacking my tomatoes and another type of leaf spot on my taters. Not out of control by any means, but if the humidity and rain don't take a break, it's gonna be a problem!

We've been harvesting lettuce for the past few weeks and have been enjoying the fresh salad, although it would be better if the cucumbers, tomatoes and carrots didn't have to be bought. The cabbage plants are starting to head up. We bought an early variety that has a smaller head in hopes of harvesting them before it gets too warm. We will defiantly be replanting cabbage around late August for a fall crop this year, along with broccoli, spinach, and another run of lettuce. Onions are kickin right along, They are growing good tops, although they need to be weeded thoroughly.

Ah, the potatoes! My potatoes seem to be doing very well, despite being assaulted by flea beetles and some kind of leaf spot. Cat says root crops a lesson from nature to me about trusting what I can't see. I always have visions of scab covering my beloved tubers or wire worms devouring their insides while I can't see. I haven't dug into any of the hills yet, trying to have enough patience to wait until they flower and I can harvest a few new potatoes. All of the squash, zucchini, and cucumbers that were planted are doing good. If there is one thing that grows in the garden is squash! We had it comin out of our ears last year! I'm anticipating having some of them by the 4th of July at the latest. Mmmmm, fried squash..... The beans are up and puttin out true leaves, with more growth anticipated soon. For 2 people, we probably planted more beans than we need, but we are also hoping to can and freeze some this year. One of the reasons we planted so many potatoes and onions this year, we eat alot of em, so we devoted a lot of space for em!

And so another attempt at corn will be made this year after last years dismal results. I would like to blame it on the drought, which played a role no doubt, but more to due with not having quite enough direct light to grow it properly. We'll see, some changes have been made and maybe the all the rain will make a difference. That is, if we keep getting it into the summer. The first couple of rows I planted are about 5-6" tall and the other 4 rows that I planted last week are just breaking through the ground now. Most of the marigold, nastrium, and other random wildflowers are starting to develop into plants or are just coming up. So, as you can see the garden is growing right along nicely.

Now, if we could only get enough of a break in the rain for me to do some prevention. I need to put some dishes with beer out tonight after it rains..... again, to knock off the slug population a bit. They've been merrily eating away at the black seeded simpson lettuce for the past week, they must die! We're trying to keep as organic as we possibly can, using Neem Insecticidal soap, organic fungicides, and what not. But I am more than prepared to escalate this affair to some seven dust if I can't keep the buggies under control. They will not win, I will defeat them!

Side dressings of the compost we made last year are being applied to most plants, with some mulch being thrown on afterwards. A lesson we learned form last year, dirt constantly splashing on the veggies and plants causes lots of problems and makes cleaning them later alot more work. So there it is, what's going on in the garden and we transition into summer over the next couple of weeks. I can almost taste the fresh BLT's!

Spring showers led to cleaning and some down time today to take some photos of what's going on around the house this week. After multiple years of dry weather, severe drought in some years, it's nice to see it raining somewhat regularly. Too often it seems I'm wishing we could get some later in the year as the summer lengthens, so I'll take what I can get. The irises in the front yard are blooming in all their glory. Purple petals with highlights of yellow peeking out, all standing above a forest of spiked green leaves. A wonderfully intricate plant, not a favorite, but one I always enjoying seeing.

While moving through the back yard, I marveled at the light on a dreary day. Making the green of the newly formed spring leaves and fresh grass, all that much more green. Accents of white dappling the background from a very large Dogwood in full bloom, doing it's best impression of still being in winter's snow. This time of the year always feels so natural to me, the renewal of life, a chance to do things again. I can never seem to get over the green, the intensity of it, the newness, a reminder of how things can rejuvenate themselves, waking from the slumber of of winter.

The azalea next to the creek is literally falling over with blooms. I really need to trim it back this year when it gets finished flowering. The rhododendron next to the bridge over the "creek" is on the verge of blooming, the very beginning of the opening buds can be seen. A sharp fuchsia poking out of the green encasing it. This is a nursery plant, so it tends to bloom a month or so earlier than the native rhododendron towering 30ft into the sky in the front yard. A beautiful plant non the less, always fateful reminder that spring is getting into it's rhythm and summer will be here in no time. Fishing is prime right now. Life is good.

Cat and I got the garden planted about as reasonably possible, with some of the late cold snaps we had. Most of the usual suspects are in the garden this year, although in some different proportions than last year. I really need to start getting the garden ready for the next year during the fall and not spend so much time chasing those last nice days in the woods before winter makes it's unwelcome return. Spring mix lettuce, black-seeded simpson , and some head lettuce are coming along nicely. The cabbage transplants are settling nicely into their homes as are the copious amounts of seed onions we panted, both Georgia sweet and red onions. We planted something like 10lbs of seed potatoes, an even split between yukon golds and .... some other type that I can't seem to recall at the moment. Almost all of them are above ground and doin their thing. For now, we're just mounding dirt up around them, but I'm hoping to make some 2ft tall tubes made out of chicken wire to grow more taters.

It's supposed to rain, which is good, but not so good. We've been really dry for the past two years, but I really need to get my summer crops started. I have an almost overwhelming desire to fry up some zucchini dredged in cornmeal and fried in Crisco. Squash and zucchini needs to get planted soon, but I need to rework the beds that will their home. Ditto with the peppers, beans, carrots and my beloved corn, that withered in the heat and drought last year. I did manage a bit of corn, but not much.

The grass needs to get cut, I passed up an opportunity to do it Friday to take a nap with Cat instead. I regret this at this moment, but not while I was in a nirvana of blissful nappiness! So, hopefully in all of this glorious life giving rain, it will take enough of a break that I can get a few things done. Like most things, I'm not that worried about it, but it passes the time to think about.

In an effort to distract myself and kill time till Cat gets home, I walked around the yard taking photos of some of the things that are starting to bloom around here. It's still early spring in these parts, so not a lot is really going on. Trees are just starting to move from buds to leaf, still not much green though. Enough talk, here's just some beautiful flowers.


The common blue violet (Viola sororia), probably the most common flower in my yard, and many others! this stuff is every where, but I always love to see it!


Spring Beauty (Claytonia virginica) Another early spring favorite that grows along my driveway and creek. I have seen this flower grow in patches 1/2 acre in size carpeting whole bottoms next to creeks and rivers in the Park.


Star Chickweed (Stellaria pubera) Another common mid - low elevation wildflower that grows along the drive way. Interesting in the fact that in really has 5 petals, instead of ten. Folklore says that an open flower guarantees a few hours without rain. It rained within an hour of taking this photo.


The common dogwood (Cornaceae family), who doesn't love to see them signaling the arrival of spring? I use this plant as an indicator as to when the smallmouth pre-spawn has started.


My pear tree, just a pretty bloom I love to see. The whole tree is covered in blooms this year, which is a bit unusual since there are usually casualties due to cold early spring nights.


Common Chickweed (Stellaria media) This stuff grows along the creek and took me a while to identify. A fairly common weed that can be used as greens in salads and is a favored food of chickens and wild birds.



Blue phlox (Phlox divaricata) A beautiful spring perennial that grows wild all over the mountains. I'll bee seeing this until almost July in some sheltered high elevation streams. This clump was growing next to the creek in large patches.


Trout-lilly ( Erythronium umbilicatum) The pride and joy of the wild flowers in my yard! I have a hillside with hemlocks that these grow in huge patches of 50 to 100 plants. Listed as common, I don't think it's all that common, as I've only seen it in the wild 3 or 4 times. Named fort the mottled leaves that were believed to look like the backs of brook trout. How can you not like that!

So there it is folks! Most of whats blooming in the yard right now. Some of these are absolute favorites, since they are announcing the arrival of spring. This will be the beginning of the photo season, so be prepared for some photo heavy blogs.

How can you just not love wildflowers?

Goodbye, Dear Friend

I really don't know how to write this as I sit here crying, very upset, alone. I need to vent, make some sense of this, get it out of me, and say goodbye. Please bear with me, things will most definately get weird, But I don't know what else to do.

I was awaken from an afternoon nap yesterday to the sound of a very animated voice. Eventually I rolled out of the bed and asked Cat what was up in a very casual way. She looked at me and uttered, "Mark is dead". What? What are you talking about? How can Mark be dead? From what I know at this moment, he rear ended a car on his motorcycle and died at the scene.

Mark is Cat's sister's long term boyfriend, they had been together for about 7 years, living together for much of it. Mark was Sara's first serious boyfriend, with discussions of marriage every now and then. Sara woke up from a nap yesterday expecting to find Mark at home, when he wasn't, she went out to see if he was still at work. On the way, she came across the accident scene and saw someone laying under a sheet and then saw his bike. I cannot fathom the pain she feels right now, I hope I never do.

Mark helped Cat and I move on several occasions, which was the begging of our friendship. After we had moved to Asheville, Mark and Sara started coming to visit regularly and I started to teach him how to fish. I've spent a weeks vacation with him on separate occasions, so despite being 200 miles away, we were fairly close to each other. One of the few people I could call a true friend in the world. I am devastated right now.

The actual news didn't hit me that hard last night. Now that Cat's away with her sister and I have had some time to digest it, I'm still having a hard time grasping this. Mark was 26, in the prime of his life. He was one of the few people I've met that could keep up with me in the water. And now he's gone, forever. I'll never see him smile when he catches a nice fish, rib me while beating the hell out of me at a random video game, or hang out by a fire and talk about absolutely nothing. Nobody to talk to about how crazy those damn Esch women are or to plan camping trips with behind their backs.

This is bringing up a lot of different emotions in me, the pure pain of losing a close friend, to the humbling knowledge that Sara just lost the person she cares about most in the world. I don't know that I could function if one day Cat just wasn't there anymore. The thought alone upsets me a great deal right now. More so the thought that I die unexpectedly and she's the one left to deal with it. Life is so fragile.

Thankfully, I have not had to deal with death a lot in recent past. This might possibly the first person close to me that I've had die unexpectedly . My emotions are in a whirlwind, ranging from wishing I could do more for Sara to thinking I need to sell my bike. Nothing makes sense, I'm very disoriented right now. For all my and Cat's readers, we need your prayers and support right now, particularly Sara. She has a very difficult road to travel and may choose to do it alone. We live in NC, her parents live in Mi, we want her to come here for a while, but it's way too soon to even bring up. She told Cat that she expects him to walk through the door any minute, what do you even begin to say to that?

I will always miss you Mark, we will always be brothers even if we really weren't. I will think of you every time I fish our section of the Pigeon and promise to do my best to take care of Sara until things are better for her. You were a great person and will be missed. I'll never forget the moves, camping, Mexico Beach, staying up way too late playing video games, all of it. You were one of the few true friends I've ever had and will remember you as you are in this photo, smilin with a thumbs up. All of this is being written with tears streaming down my face, as I'm coming to the realization that I will never see you again. I will never forget the good times we had together. I love you and will miss you dearly.

So Over It!

It's April 7, 27 degrees outside and snowing fairly hard. I'm done with it! Over it! Ready for spring to show up in force and STAY! I can just hear my trout lilies screaming as they freeze to death in the front yard. This sucks!

I've waited over 5 months for the return of some decent weather..... It was 73 outside on Sunday. Oh mother nature, you are so cruel! The silver lining is that it's supposed to be back into the upper 60's by Friday for our camping trip. The wildflowers might not be that good and it should be interesting to see what the snow does to the water temps. I think I've finally settled onto the Fires Creek area, but in typical fashion I reserve the right to change my mind at the last moment. Now I just need to get around to packing!

At least we didn't plant the cabbage or broccoli yet. It's still hard for me to get used to a last freeze date of May 15th, when I lived in Ga, it would already be in the 90's by that time! So with that I will leave you. We're supposed to get around 2" of snow, if we do, it should be gone by Thursday. How do people live in places like Michigan?

Is It Really Here?

The smells of spring are in the air. The very first of our trees are just starting to put out leaves, water and ground temps are on the rise, days are getting longer. Oh how I rejoice at the beginning of spring. The end of the dreary doldrums of winter, in with the renewal of life, including my own! The despondency of winter always wears me down. I become lethargic and lazy, not wanting to do much. Other than NOT be cold!

Well, I ain't cold now baby! I cut my grass today for the first time this year. I'm always much more excited about it now than I will be in October! I also finished prepping the garden for planting today. A little late, but not really. It was below freezing the night before last, so I'm not upset at all that we waited an extra 2 weeks to put anything in the ground. The frost free date for our area isn't until May 15, so mid May is when we put out our warm weather crops. On this weekends agenda; lettuce, spinach, broccoli, cabbage, onions, shallots, and taters. I'm so excited I can't wait!

Because of lack of hours at work, I've been able to almost completely clear my "6 week" to-do list! Only a few things still remain in it, so I should be able to finish it before mid April, just in time for the trout and smallies to turn on with the leaf out! I've been tying flies 5 nights a week trying to get them ready in time for the crazy days of spring. I've been knocking out almost a dozen a night, so things are looking good there also. Now I just need to get it all organized before Cat and I go on our anniversary camping trip, which will probably be next weekend.

The only big projects remaining are changing the brakes on my truck, which I'll do as soon as I can get the pads and shoes. And to start the work I need to do on the bike. I'm getting anxious about starting on her, with the weather getting nicer, the desire to go cruisin is getting almost too strong to bare. I just have to find out why I'm leaking oil and why she runs so hot. I'm shooting to have her road ready by May, but we'll see. Enough for now, time to tie flies!

Feeling Lost

Cat has left to be with her family after the loss of her Grandma. I never really spent much time with that side of her family due to "issues", but I did get to meet Grandma Lizz on a few occasions. And she was a wonderful person that is exactly where she wanted to be, in the hands of God.

Because of work, I stayed home. I should be in bed, as I have to be in at 6 tomorrow morning, but I never sleep well when Cat and I are away from each other. It's almost like I wander around lost when we are separated for one reason or another. I wish she were home. I know she is needed elsewhere by people that are important to both of us, but I can not help but be selfish about her. I can share, but not from a distance.

So, here's to three of four days of wandering around lost, not eating, not sleeping; in general, being miserable without the person who means the most to me in the world. She's been gone for 9 hours and I'm already out of sorts, this sucks! I'm trying not to be a big boy, but she is why I exist! Spring rains have showed up and trapped me in the house all day, which only made it worse. We so would have had a rainy day nap today! I miss you Wookie!

Procrastination Pays Off

I've been dreading turning the garden this year due to the death of our community tiller. Nightmares have haunted me since I found out that me and a mattock would be spending 2 or 3 days of quality time together. I've been putting it off, finding any excuse to avoid the labor of turning almost 1000sq ft by hand.

Cat and I were going to rent a tiller today and take advantage of the good weather, and get the garden turned before it started raining later this week. Last night,I was walking into the kitchen, getting ready to start dinner, when I thought I heard someone mowing my backyard. I looked out the window, and low and behold, it was Jeff bringing the previously dead tiller to the house. Yeah! My prayers have been answered. The nightmares can end!

I got up this morning and tilled the whole garden. It was also enlarged by about 2 1/2 feet along the longest side. I'm still working on setting the paths and will hopefully be laying down the mulch to cover them sometime real soon. The weather will play a big roll in that. But, I am very pleased that the garden is turned, its done and over with. Once the paths are set, the fun can begin. I'm guessing we'll plant early crops in another 2 weeks, with the main effort coming in the first week of May. Who knows, but there are rumors of seed buying going on this weekend!

So see, procrastination does sometimes payoff. I'd be ultra peeved if I had just turned 3/4 of it by hand, only to have the tiller turn up!

When Worlds Collide

It sometimes amazes me that Cat and I can live together. I mean, it's like we're from different planets or something. Don't get me wrong, we have many things in common, but when it comes to personal taste, it's like we tried to find someone as opposite from each other as possible.

Let's take music for example. On any given day, I'll hear Cat pull up in the driveway with her stereo blaring Cindey Lauper, Madonna, cheesy love songs, or basically anything from the early eighties. Music only in the most literal sense, in my opinion. Over the years, I've been able to foster a love in her for 311 and there are a few other bands that she'll listen to that don't make me want to vomit. Right now I'm trying to get her into Incubus, but she's still a little hesitant about them. I on the other hand listen to a lot of metal (i.e. old Metallica, G-N-R, Foo Fighters), Alternative, bluegrass, Some classical, and for the big shocker... Gordon Lightfoot! He's the man! The first time she heard me listening to one of his cd's, I was mocked, ridiculed, and laughed at by my love that has such good taste in music. Within two years, she was making hotel reservations for us in D.C. to see him live at Wolf Trap Arena.
Canadian Railroad Trilogy is one of the most bitchin songs ever!

Another area of contention in our life is what we watch on TV. I'll admit, I'm one of the biggest TV nerds you will find. If we only got the Science Channel, Discovery, the History channel, History International, and the Food Network, it wouldn't phase me one bit. Cat on the other hand is a reality TV junkie. Anything from Dr Phil to Big Brother, and any other reality crap that catches her attention. Much to my disdain, it's should be about time to suffer through yet another season of Big Brother. : ( When she's not watching reality shows, you can find her vegging out on the couch watching other great shows such as Wings, the Golden Girls, or some distrurbing man hating movie on Lifetime channel. Needless to say, we argue over whats in the TV. To my distress, there are even a few shows I hate that she WILL NOT watch without me, because she loves my constant bantering at the TV.

So what will we watch together? Lost, Hell's Kitchen, Scrubs, Anthony Bourdain, to list a few, if not most. MASH ends up on the tube a lot around here, despite Cat owning the box set, of which she's watched every episode, in order. But we still watch a lot of MASH. A little secret, if Allen Alda wasn't all old and liver spotted, Cat would jump on him in a heart beat! I guess it's a good the she finds skinny, dark haired, smart asses so attractive!

So, what's the moral to this story? Differences create interest, diversity, and constantly causes us to push the boundaries of our comfort zones. Cat is a very dramatic, organized, goal oriented type of woman. I'm a very rational, spontaneous, let fate happen kind of guy. On most "big" issues we agree, but after that, all bets are off. Because of our differences, we are much more willing to do things we normally would not try, try different foods, and listen to different opinions. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Congratulations are in order for Cat on her 2 year "blogaversary" for her blog CatTails. While I did't think it was the greatest idea to uncap the crazy online, you've found an outlet for your thoughts (no matter how distressing) and an audience appreciates your unique perspective of the world around you. You Rock!

Time Warp

In an effort to stem the chaos know as our lives, Cat and I have agreed to a set routine, or "schedule" if you will. Anyone who knows me, knows I reject almost any and all form of routine. I am a creature of spontaneity, a free spirit of sorts. I do most things as they come to me, stress is not a friend of mine. My most wonderful wife on the other hand, has gone schedule nuts! Last night she handed me my life on an Excel spreadsheet. Needless to say, my enthusiasm waned.....

I get up at or around 4:30 on most mornings, it's on the schedule. I tend to get home around 3 or so and work on projects around the house, this is also now on the schedule. My "play" time is even scheduled. (I've been assured this is the winter schedule and that the spring schedule will reflect the required fishing quota!)I think you get the picture. I must say, I feel some pressure to make sure I'm where I should be on "the schedule". Overall, both of us REALLY need this right now. I just have a tendency to reject structure and what not. I have a 6 week to-do list that is absolutely insane, so the scheduled time to do it is a must! Right now I'm in battle with the basement, updates in the future.

On the topic of time and such, I was watching the Science Channel last night, much to Cat's disgust. I was watching a show on time. Try to describe time. Seems pretty simple, but what is time really? Something that dominates all of our lives, yet is different for each of us. Some days at work fly by, yet other drag on for what seems to be an eternity. Wanna watch 30 minutes fly by, get on a stream unprepared with a hatch peaking. Can be the quickest 30 minutes of your life! Sometime these types of things will occupy my mind for weeks and I can't seem to get this one out of it. Seems proper that while I'm trying to wrap my mind around time as a force, I'm also trying to learn how to manage it in my life.