Three Thousand Posts

It's odd keeping up a blog.  As I write now I am struggling for words.  I am compelled to write and take pictures.

I don't particularly write about opinions I have; however, I am trying to share something.  Honestly, I am not sure what that is, but there is something that I am sharing.  Wait, maybe I do this to entertain myself.  Could that be it?  No.  I'm sharing.

I do surprise myself by not writing about things that are directly on my mind.  I tend to blog feverishly sometimes when something is on my mind... but what I say or take pics of may seem unrelated.  For instance:

1. Last week after the rains, my fishing spot was filled with trash from the new runoff.  It was horrible.  I can happily report - fixed by the city with two trucks and a boat with cleaning equipment.  I didn't blog it fearing I'd sound cranky.  I talked to Mark Martin about it which ended in the conversation about the crying Indian commercial in the 70s.
   
   What I did do is overcome that negative thing in the creek.  What pops out on the blog is the story of the guy at Tackle Unlimited building a fly for me... and that awesome ingenious fly... all in the book "Classic Texas Saltwater Flies".
   
   This all pointing to the fact that I was depressed when I got back from the heavens of Ross Lake... but now excited over redfish and the possibilities here... happy in my sandbox (see next number) here.
   
2. The picture of JR smoking a pipe was in response to Larry.  I had sent him the original photo of JR and said, "poor guy, he's getting old".  Larry said, "To me, he looks sophisticated and comfortable in his own sandbox".  Of course I'll go on and on with that tidbit thinking about my friend that I went to Ross Lake with wearing glasses.  My dad and I had a long talk this week about Uncle Bill's death, Uncle Mody's death (him being young - 85) and Willie and him hunting in chairs.  But I don't blog that because I think it'd probably be boring.
   
   What I really hope is that somebody laughs at that silly dog... and I was happy with the way I made the smoke using the photo editor.
   
   (later) I think the post was me dealing with the pain JR was in.  There's the post on the clippers... and me loving my vet.
   
3. The woodstack, axe, marshmallows, Houston Beer are probably all signs of adjusting to being back here... and accepting it and rolling with it.  At Ross Lake, each cabin has a stack of wood... etc.

Anyhow, that is post 3001.

What I'm trying to say is that I'm semi blogging to myself... and find it interesting how I try to keep you reading along even though what I am writing might not exactly match what I am saying to myself... or something like that... but it's real important that I share it with you.  That's odd, huh. :-)

PS: my arms have been doing better lately.