Entry for October 18, 2007

Entry for October 18, 2007

Fall is such a gorgeous time of year. Hubby and I enjoyed a fabulous walk out at the river the other day. The sun was shining everything was perfect. One has to enjoy each fall day that we get what with the upcoming winter and non-stop rain we get here in BC. I wish I could play the sound of all the gulls crying in the background. The salmon are pretty well all spawned out here and their dead carcasses line the banks of the river. I like to run up and scatter the birds. Some are really bold and stay till the last possible second. This year has been a pretty dismal salmon year. One would think that the powers that be that control the commercial fisheries would just have to see how depleted the salmon stocks are and put a stop to the netting of salmon. The fish don't stand a chance they have to run a gauntlet of nets stretched from one side of the river to the other. That is if they are lucky to escape all the nets being dragged in the ocean. I guess its money that talks and not nature. Hope everyone is enjoying their fall weather.

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apparantly 360 won't let the picture speak for itself and it wants me to add words....

eulogy for a point of interest

Today marks the day a useless point of interest is no more. For the past few weeks since the beginning of the school year I have been walking by a flattened box of Children's Motrin. Everyday and twice a day I have passed this icon of garbage on my daily journey to and from Nevada's school. I have watched said box make its way along the street further and further. It made me realise that the wind must only blow eastward along our road as that is the way the box travelled. Last week the bright orange on the box had faded to a dull orange but the letters were still legible. This weekend we had torrential rain and I'm afraid said box succumbed to all the wet. Motry was a pulpy pile of nothing this morning. He still had a slight tinge of orange in spots but is a shell of his former self. Goodbye Motry may you rest in recycling or paper smush heaven. About this point you are probably wondering why didn't Carol pick the garbage up at some point. I myself have wondered this too, why indeed did I find the journey so interesting. I can't answer these questions. However, I have had a bit of amusement to make an otherwise routine walk a bit more exciting. I really think I have to get a life.