Oughta Write - form Rosseau

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Good blues music in background on what should be a prototypical Northern Ontario summer night, here at 4500 Aspdin Road. Just me and Bucky - and the free from air radio signals, the final haze of the photon stream from the sun, and a grid connection - both power and internet data.
So this is being composed on the blogger.com site.

And it has been crossing my head good chunks of the day, that I ought write, write something down, cuz it is a strong suit of mine relatively speakin'.
And there are all sorts of ideas that come to me, even outside of thoughts of ought to be writin', that I then think - well, hurry up quick and write down this idea, because it is a good one for me, and  others - relative to what other folks have written to good receptions.

I read something today about the importance of being persistent, long after the first feeling that 'you are done'. And the suggestion it may be a simple matter of will power, aided often by good coaching. Just keep pressing, and shut down the voices that say enough far too early (for some).

Could be for push-ups.
Could be for a blogspot (blogger.com) post.
Which BTW is connected to my bayhaus@gmail.com com
with a password for Google that could be
2585Goog

consistent with the password algorithm I follow best I can these days.

I note that this writing feeling is improved in effectiveness
with a little snort of good whiskey
This time Jamesons, as a nod to Irish heritage.
Invariably gives a brief creative, do it, stimulant push, or at least nudge.

I could write about Bucky.
He only has a couple of weeks left with me.
Then he's moved. To Fran and Guy Loiselle, soon of Bonfield ON.

He and I get along well here at Rosseau cabane.
No chains, ties, leads, muzzles, ropes, fences, or gates.
He's free to go wherever, and whenever.
Just don't hurt nobody.

Today he did pretty well riding in the back of the Mule. (better for me)
Trip to Skeleton, both ways, only one incident: when a couple of other 4x4s passed in the other direction.
Bucky went, as he is known to do, temporarily, berserk.
The dictionary definition of berserk suggests to me that it is entirely appropriate for Bucky in those situation. Wild, manic, destructive, frenzied and deranged. Helluva of a package. Deal breaker actually.
Happily he didn't jump - from a moving vehicle.
But he did his share plus of howling.
Lunatic.
I do believe though it is remedial.
Some regular attention, and firm training, and he'll be a gift.

well, I've moved the unit to my bedside table, preparing to crash for the eve.
The Buckmeister has already claimed a spot, that slightly encroaches on my bed space.
Always testing limits that mutt.

till next time
M