Last night after spending some time with my neighbor for some reason I remembered writing a blog a long time ago about how I felt running my boat for the first time on the Yukon river in Alaska. Now you may not see the connection but let me explain. I had no comprehension how strong the flow of the Yukon river was and when I first tried to bring the boat into the boat ramp the current pushed me a hundred feet or more down river.
It has been 19 days since I have published anything on this blog, (https://kl1hbalaska.wordpress.com/), and its not that I haven't sat down every one of those days and started writing. On my desktop I have 7 started articles with titles like; Trump and Biden, getting old, Dante's Hell, political correctness, black lives do matter, police shootings and I'm not stupid), but though started they have yet to see the light of day on the blog because I just get depressed over the fact that I think they are a waste of time.
Now because of a chance encounter with my neighbor who was checking to see if I was OK because she hadn't seen me in a while, I believe I have a reason for not finishing the unpublished posting's. The connection between my conversation with my neighbor and that river more than 4,000 miles away is what you do not see. In Alaska you do not see the strength of the river flow and only experience will sharpen your ability to land your boat where you want too, whiting political postings to try and influence an anti-Trumper is like fighting that unseen current.
My neighbor who is not a supporter of President Trump will I believe, after our conversation last night, never be swayed to change her opinion. Now I have always lived by the policy that each of us can do, say and believe what we want to as long as you do not try and force me to believe what you do. My neighbor is just such a person because it was I last night who started to talk about the President not her and when we were done I realized that she was like the tens of millions of people opposed to the President would never change their minds about him.
So
I say thank you
to her
for opening my eyes
to the futility
of my
Don Quixote-sk
tilting at windmills
I say thank you
to her
for opening my eyes
to the futility
of my
Don Quixote-sk
tilting at windmills