Extreme highs and lows

 Enough rope to circle the earth - all trash. It's hard to tell how big the pile is - it extends all the way back and far far up!

 Weekend started out like any good weekend. Timmy and I drove out the road to look at a property for sale - a 10 foot by 30 foot rock that is about ready to fall in the ocean with no access, for $50,000.  Right.  Kind of a low being in a hopeless position of not being able to make our dream happen.
That night we went to the "country store", which is always an interesting experience. Retrieved some garbage bags, dish soap, and hangers out of a trailer, with everything still in it pretty much. Timmy of course acquired lots of stuff, like stainless steel whatever, and yadda yadda.

 Took Lou on an early morning walk followed by Abby's dance.

 

Also squeezed in cleaning up the Thelma C.  It was awesome to see everyone again, especially Brian. 

I smile from ear to ear when I get to spend time with him. He inspires me. He is such an enlightened human being.

That evening was the brewery and dance. Cache with Miso-Chorizo, Amy's Chihuahua. Amy being Tomcat's new girlfriend, and Cache being Cache.

Where's Waldo again?! That's me and Brian on the front page of the paper dancing.  Brian had to leave early to catch the ferry. I only got two dances with him, but they were both awesome!

Stella and an SKS = good times.

 Timmy and I went out shooting the day after what is described below. We did a lot of things, just to feel alive I think.

Timmy and I are rather passionate about each other, and we can go from golden eggs to turds in nano seconds. We always talk it out and end up in a better place than we were. A particularly low point was punctuated by the death of a really cool cat.  Drummer boy dread lock Brandon, lover of Rush, was hit and killed by a car in Anchorage. What are the odds?  What are the odds that not only did this tragedy happen, but it was a co-worker of mine who was visiting Anchorage who first came upon the scene and called 911, not even knowing it was Brandon until the next day. I am still digesting this. I cannot imagine how she feels.

Although I did not know him very well, I knew him. We hung out a few times. One time when I was down, he cheered me up. We sat at Tony's and made clay ears for a bust of Judge Roy Madsen someone was making. Random I know. We had a good talk. He talked about going to the birth of his niece, and it makes me really sad to know that his niece will not ever get to know him.  A lot of people are going to miss him.