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At 13,500 RPM my hands hum and vibrate at the speed of life. I am deep in the refinishing project at my sister’s house. My estimation says that there is another 1.5 week left of sweating and sanding. I should change my estimation for life has a way to stretch out when you least expect it. Up. Down. Move the ladder one bit at a time. Clean the goggles. Wipe sweat of your face. Shower. Eat. Get some rest before going back at it. Want to 'feel' life? There certainly is plenty of time to ponder about life as one perches on top of a wobbly ladder while reaching for that impossible spot. Life and the impossible...how else can I live?... read more

The thing about traveling alone is that it forces you to look at thing differently. It rained hard during the drive east until I came close to the coast. I have missed the reserved ferry ride this evening and now forced to camp here at Cedar Island. After checking in and paying $15 fee, I parked the van and checked out the toilet facility as well as the ferry that I’ll be on tomorrow morning. Living out of the van is an interesting experience. Officially homeless, I dined on French bread with salami and American cheese that I picked up at Wal Mart before leaving civilization. As the early summer evening by the coast providing plenty of daylight for reading, I cracked open a beer and settled down with a book. The morning came early but ... read more