In all of the excitement

The buzzards have returned from LA ("Go where the roadkill is, children.") and the hawks are doin' the dive, which means it's mating season. I've seen them the few times I've been out this week, sleeping half the days away since the heavy tree trimming.  Some things don't make themselves as apparent as they should be until extreme situations occur, and even then it may take a few times before someone like myself (the HI hippies called me a "fixed sign") gets the message, takes the hint, comes to the realization, hears the yelling, etc. that things are worse than I thought.

Now, I've written about this before, if a little obliquely or lightly, and despite the fact that the weight loss has been minimal these last two years, the colitis is finally and dramatically taking its toll. Hence, the inability to muster enough stamina to make it to shore without fear for my life last week, and having to change clothes and sack out for two hours after each bout with the chainsaw this week. Fat reserves notwithstanding, my body just isn't getting what it needs to keep the engine going.

Now, I don't know if it is out of laziness or lack of energy to merely refer to and link the Carbohydrate Specific Diet, or we just don't talk about such matters at length in polite company, but it seems to be my last hope. The traditional eastern and western medicines have not helped, so it has come to this, starting yesterday. Now, what to do with stressors, the preciptators, if you will, since I was a teenager?

Last year the snorkeling I did was relaxing,  and I spent a lot more time in the water than this year. It would make sense then that last year I took better pictures of the fish I looked to for visual comfort. Nevertheless, I kinda feel like I owe you folks a few shots, especially after enduring my belly-aching.

Part of my gene pool. Let's hope not so afflicted.

In other news, I am happy to report that I am painting again. I bought some drywall the other day to construct a device on which I can hang in order to properly document the art. Another sizable project that will require some energy that seems to be lacking at the moment. Even so, I did fabricate the structure in my mind last evening, so that is a start.  And the snow has melted off at a disciplined speed and foregone the need for flooding. 

And the daffodils look nice.