Backyard blueberry field- something for you to consider.

It’s nice to have a little help when you need it.

Some things you just cannot do by yourself- takes ungodly amounts of time doing certain things alone (like I used to).

Long projects well done look good, feel good- especially when it’s a little unique/strange/unconventional.

The finished product, if done properly can be impressive-looking even though it’s really not that impressive at all! What else you gonna do when you have a big property??? Lawn? HELL NO- might as well put your land to good use. Lawns are stupid!

When it’s time to pick, I’m ALWAYS thinking of all the stuff I could/should be doing. In the pre-earbud days, it was just me and my thoughts.

Now-a-days, it’s me, the berries I never ever eat whilst picking for some reason... and slightly stoopid, Jack Johnson, tribal seeds, acoustic guitar music, rebelution, the movement, iration, etc., keeping my thoughts company.

​The mind wanders when doing menial work. Interesting where my thoughts go when I’m harvesting blueberries.

Always, inevitably, my mind always thinks of just a few concepts:

1. What a stupid waste of time!
2. How great it is to have my own blueberry field.
3. My relationship with my son- how to raise him as well as I can so when it comes time to put him into his own canoe and give him a gentle push, he is empowered to thrive in the world that is to be.
4. Work- the economy
5. Other things I should be doing

One year pandora tapped me on the shoulder whilst picking. In my mental haze, I became aware the song playing had really great talented whistling. My consciousness awoke and I realized I had to snap a screenshot so I could remember the song.

​Here it is:

A few years ago when I was on the north shore of Oahu with my son on a surf trip, we were driving up the road just in front of pipeline and a guy on a bike was biking from a side street onto the road. It looked like he was going fast and might not make the turn onto the road safely. 

For a second, I was worried, then the guy turned well, and everything was A-OK. As we drove past the biker, I looked over and saw that it was YOU-KNOW-WHO. 

Jack Johnson!

I shouted HOLY SHIT, Kyle, That was Jack JOHNSON!!! What the hell do we do!?

I pulled over on the side of the road and thought about it for a second. Autograph? Conversation? Leave him alone? Kyle was of no help at all. Then Jack biked past us and waved at us. 

HOLY SHIT, what a nice guy!

I'll never forget that incident, and when I heard this song about an "accident on a country road," it is the theme song for the brief relationship that Jack, Kyle, and I had for just a moment a few winters ago. 

The other part of the song I love is the last part, when it says "be careful how you act in life, because your behavior will always come back to you, good or bad."

Good advice in an era of despicable behavior in our country, ohhhh how I long for the days of relatively polite discourse in our country... probably as extinct as the dodo bird.