Snapshots

 I forget which primitive tribe refused to let visitors take their picture because they thought their soul would be captured in the photograph. If there’s any truth to that, we are doomed - just look at these two miserable sods:

This is the photo which Zach said I look PO’d, but I was trying to get Peran to quit making faces/sticking his tongue out. I was also concerned about my ability to hike it on back to Fort Pickens, but taking it slowly I managed…

Finally got Peran back in a kayak - as a teenager he won several trophies. I’ve been unsuccessful in convincing P that we ought to get a couple of these inexpensive plastic kayaks - they’d likely just gather dust in our overcrowded garage

But our official reopening day yesterday went smoothly - we had a slow steady trickle of clients. Still trying to get the office trailer hooked up as I’ve ordered several “wrong” power adapters, and they failed  to deliver our replacement water tank. The architect’s assistant is supposed to come out tomorrow to take photos and start sketching out plans for the remodeling of the workshop. And in another odd twist of fate, yoga guy Dan is moving BACK to Red Oak - actually taking the shopping center slot where my old gym used to be, where I investigated moving the clinic until city zoning restrictions boxed me out! Small world, huh?

I’m limping around after doing what I tell everybody else NOT to do - breaking up a dog fight last night when Tyson jumped on my poor Dum… but Tyson had him by the throat, there’s no doubt in my mind he would’ve killed him if I hadn’t broken it up - poor Dum bit me on the calf and thigh as we rolled around, he was fighting desperately to defend himself! Peran was standing around helplessly until I hollered for him to go get my medical bag and I shot Tyson full of tranquilizer to get him to let go. 

If only we had had a videographer, I could’ve gotten paid for my footage - at one point we rolled backwards down the steps, I hit my head & that scalp wound also bled quite a bit.

Zach of course did not answer the phone when I tried to call him in the aftermath but he’s either gonna have to come pick up his dog or I’m gonna put him in the freezer - I can’t have one that doesn’t play well with others.

Trigger warning: don’t break up dog fights!!!

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I hosed off in the shower, took a pain pill, & went to bed early. Actually got some decent sleep!