today would have been good

We took a walk at spring tide on Saturday and spent a moment paying homage to my kayak. I don't remember the last time it was in the water. January or February, I suppose. In any case, its presence on the rack was of no consequence to the yarrow.

Today would have been a good day to paddle. But I knelt yesterday and today's physical therapy session was painful and the effects are lingering. It would be no use getting out on the water just to strain the knee again. Not that it might stop me later.

Since the skeeters are out in full force (though only for a few more weeks, until the rains stop all summer), walking on the beach trails is a lot like having a terrible palsy. One step; swat, slap, swat; one step; slap, swat, slap. And unless it's ultra-low tide, walking on the beach is very difficult for me, even though it's blessedly mosquito-free.

And if you're wondering where the Deep Woods Off! is, well, I suppose it's in the garage. It's just not my preferred all-day cologne.

Yep. I think I'm going mad.