BWCA and more.

So I'm gunna use this for a little more conventional communication. Maybe I'll get a little esoteric. (After proof reading I got real esoteric, be warned!)

As the title mentions I want to mostly address the canoe trip. I will give my thoughts on that as well as some side commentary as to my tertiary thoughts on the topic.

I'll start at the beginning. Brother Chris and I took a trip to the BWCA last year and it was very nice (read very nice as Borat would say it). When we saw groups of 4 and 6 canoes loaded with old men and women and very young children easily pass us in our kayaks we thought that this kind of trip would be great for our kids. We thought that this has the potential of being a trip that all The Brothers could do with there loved ones all in tow. It could be a great family bonding experience and something that could easily become a tradition with us.

The planning began immediately. We are currently cementing the planning. Of course this cement is still wet and pliable, which leads me to this posting.

It was going to be e and Eileen with The Twins and Chris and Sue with The Boys. Cliff was an unknown factor with The Rosie even more unknown. Archie and Barbie where pretty much out of the planning loop, just too damn far away to consider it. As is par for The Paulson course, smuch has stranged. Well, not smuch, but things have stranged a bit.

The current status is that Sue has bailed, using Alex's work scheduling as an excuse. This rather upsets me as my Lady needs another woman on the trip. I seriously considered bailing myself and my crew. I thought about it a lot, and have come to the conclusion that I was stupid for thinking it and that thinking has driven me to write this post, more on that thinking to come later. Also in some jello like stasis is Clifford. I talked with him on the phone and he sounded quite dispassionate about the trip and even made a statement that if it was too much hassle or extra expense that he could easily be excluded. (I will have to give him a couple disclaimers, he had several beers in him when I talked to him and he really hasn't been in the planning of the whole thing so he didn't have much idea of what was going on.) By the time you read this Cliffy your plans are probably more set in this regard, that is the advantage you have of not reading this until many days after it is posted. Cliff is currently trying to figure out if it is going to be to much work and hassle to bring The Rosie, I hope, when you are reading this, that The Rosie is part of The Posse.

Here are what I believe to be the nuts and scrapings (huh?) of the trip to be. We spend the night of 8/3 in Ely, MN in a hotel. We rent canoes for the next 3 days. On the morning of the fourth two adults, maybe a kid get an early start and find a camp site and claim it. This is our camp site for both nights of camping. We make the trip as easy and enjoyable on the kids as possible. They gotta learn the hard stuff of canoe camping, portage, camp clean up, etc., but it's gotta be fun and enjoyable. We pack out Thursday and head home, maybe hit the Dairy Queen for a Blizzard on the way. If it proves to be a positive experience I envision us doing it with our children and grandchildren.

To my thoughts on bailing out myself... First off, I have put those thoughts aside as silly, I am far to excited about the possibilities mentioned above. But, I will admit to being quite upset and even depressed after speaking with Chris and finding out about the loss in his parties' size and also with Cliff and his seeming dispassion. I was thinking that this meant too much to me, that my Brothers did not have the care about being together in this way and I did. I'm a Tard, I know. It just that I have no friends, as I have mentioned before, all I have is you. This is why I wanted to use this damn Internet to help my relationship with you, I knew a blog would be mentioned and Skype is kool, maybe I'll get back into Go or some other game to play with you in the e-world. Now that Archie is in WI at least we all have a better proximity to each other. I would rather have physical contact with you, where I can touch you, connect with you, and put you in a head lock! I know it is silly but I have ideas of us all being together again as old men, maybe retiring in some condominium complex in Costa Rica or Arizona.

Damn, I've gone on too long. I'm tired. I've spewed enough for now. I've got more thoughts but I'll save them for anyone who can be bothered to respond to this drivel. I will conclude with a thought for Archie. I know it's out of your planning, but if there is a way, you might want to think about this trip, hopefully it will go well enough that you can go next year.

Luv,

Brother e

PS. I guess I ain't done yet. I have a dog now. She is cute as hell. She just came into my garage one day when I was cleaning out the car and hasn't left, that was a month ago. She follows me everywhere, the kids and Eileen love her. Also, for about the last 3 months or so I think about shooting myself in the head every night before I go to sleep, sometimes it's the first thing I think of when I wake up, I do not think about it during the day. Don't worry, I won't do it, I got too much going on that's good. I know I am needed and loved. I think about it none the less, it's fucking weird. I just wonder what the fuck life is all about anyway. There is so little of it, life that is. What difference does it make if you are alive for 45 years or 100? I really need to evolve into a computer and live for a few centuries or eons. OK, I'm done now, I'm fantasizing and swearing, gotta go.