definition of the meaning of 'blog'...

ok, to date I have used my blogs as a means to an end..a way to end something I'm t hinking of that makes me feel 'mean'...as in the mien..I experience needs a good venting, so I blog it out of me...and it's worked pretty good b ut often is a libelous sit uation wherein I'm grossly overvented about whatever it was, which all works out in the end but during the transition to it being a good thing there's a place in there where to blog is to get rid of the overflowing venom of t he moment..and t hat works
the definition of 'b'log...to record in binary fashion a logging of events to me means the quoted resumption of felling trees (logging) meaning you didn't really cut them down but rather saved paper and circulation effort by writing in cyberspace and well, do you want everyone reading what you write? mmmm, maybe...if it's a good thing like my piece 'evolution of the post nuclear society'...all hip I was on t hat topic after several semesters at the college level learning about the science of sociology...and turns out I was familiar with demography already...so that worked that I should go all aldous huxley and quote myself in a logic parameter as far as why we hadn't really ever dropped any more nuclear weapons after H N...hmmm?? t hank goodness
which isn't to say I dislike the soviet union because I do...that country would like to incinerate t he rest of us and we're not having it but on the same level we can use nuclear technology to t urn that warring attit ude into lots of milk cows, cats and dogs, venison, twenty nine varieties of chicken pork fish and other protein edibles because atomic st uff just isn't likely to parsec bad intent...I don't think that particular science can work that way, otherwise chain reaction of HN would have lit the map ever since and does it?  we are perched on the brink, certainly but as I recall from somewhere at St Martins' probably, the Trojan Horse was considered on the same level as HN...just deadly warfare waiting for curtain calls to send us all to h.e. double toot hpick...as it were
so be log..to be log...to blog, means as to let out the steam of t he observation process and record the transition of thought into process into intellectual output...well, I thought about it then I u sed t he computer and I wrote down my ideas...some blogs are very popular and the advertising on them is an actual lucrative element to the author...how nice...to be paid...great
like writing jokes for Seth Rogan...(somebody should,  he's a pretty funny guy)...
Seth Rogan jokes:  first off, get him decent material on the topic of human relations in the reproductive Zone...EITHER this guy hasn't ever had an experience in that department or he believes it's all a big heehaw and we should not be embarassed but crude, we'll be more comfortable with the entire situation if we ..do it t hat way.  his first movie I saw 'he's  having a baby' or something about being t he baby daddy when he wasn't,  he was pretty good and right away he went to stellar with that one show...then he gets all chummy with adam sandler and the thing is like what,  you both jumped in the cold pool and shriveled up your writing/comedic integrity being the jOb??  hmmm...somehow we s houldn't get produced if we're honing dribbles...but they do and people watch 'em because of their name...now, a good Seth Rogan joke?  ..or mentor sandler...here's you go
an yeah, I think both these guys are like ssizzlllerrrs so why not be purrfect??
k...seth rogan...rogen??  right, oh yeah leave the jewish factor in too, it's always good, very plantangenet...
k...
seth:  I'm up here on stage beca use one of my friends, name not to be shared, thinks I'm perfect husband material...why?  I dunno know about that one, probably because I'm a dope whenever she's around...I mean, really, wh en she walks in the room I feel like a jar of peanut butter...all the gooey interior of that jar is me...spreadable, kind of tasty?  it's like t his chick is a mind cannibal and she's got my number man...I feel damp all over, sorta sweaty, gooey and mostly, STUPID!!  I mean, you could ask me my name and it'd be 'duhhhhhh' because of that chick magnet factor, she's got it, the whole deal, she's got it...well...I know I'm not the only one who feels like t hat when they're totally attracted to someone...my friend Jeanette, she lives halfway down south in t his major big city and she got this what they call a row house, I mean like you all row toget her if you're in a boat because the houses have common walls, you know, a big brick wall between each hooks t hem up so there's like fifteen on a block and they got one two t hree stories with something called a 'french' basement...AHH i GOT THAT WRONG ENGLISH  BASEMENT...it's sometimes got an English basement where what? they used to hide the bodies, shovel t he coal, rent the thing out to do other peoples' laundry?  anyways, nuff said, she gets t his house and it's cool, all torn up with the lathe showing, you know lathe, cheap little sticks of wood that now cost a fortune and all this frosting of plaster going over it so you got plaster walls...no drywall buddy, this is the real thing,  you could hide uncle morty in there and the best sniffing German Shepard wouldn't find  him...so back in the day when these were drug trading neighborhoods, this was a good option, you got the plaster walls, k t hen, we there...which is not what I'm talking about as far as being stupid but yeah, drugs do tend to make you turn out that way right?  boy am I digressing...k...
so Jeannette, she gets this place on a street called Swann Street, which I thought was a good name for a ducky place like what she was going to do with that house...all sweet and simple up and she says she's got these riffraffy friends of hers in and outta there tearing up floors ceilings, plumbing, back yard ahhh. nope they didn't find no bones ceptin the ribs somebody was fond of and that giant great dane of hers Ezekiel (Zeke for short) made short work of those puppies...she says, she's in the front room one evening with her cronies and their blueprints and t heir ragrug weaving  satchels, they were all into goofy crafting st uff at the time and were planning on writing a play and doing some music and maybe throwing around some plaster, oh yeah, Jeannette was casting st uff left and right there for a w hile...so anyway, she's kind of laying on the fllor on a quilt she made, we're all proud of did it myself t hing or we were...she's lying there and in comes this guy from NYC who makes  her thump and bump and get really stupid...she can't help it, no way is she telling him that she's big time hot for him because he's one of those cause type people and if you know t hem, the cause comes first, then the human interaction.. so he walks in the room and high fives everybody and they all know him because they all subscribe to his cause,  which as causes go was a kind of risky thing, it being t he dark ages before the legalization of marijuana...and t his fellow subsequently did major time over having that cause and we should give him a round of applause that he took it to the gate man yeah...ok
but jeanette she was like totally wrapped in that dude and it was she said he started it because she was cooking in the kitchen one fourth of july, probably that was the summer before and it was pouring rain and no way were they going to conduct any kind of radical demonstration on the mall by the White house when it was going this pour down...so she's in the kitchen putting together an apple pie and she happens to bend over in some cuttoffs blue jean that displayed bare anatomy and Cause Boy spied the nontush bare parts and Cupid's arrow went ZINGGGG right into his Damocles sword...I dunno in trying to clean up my act I reserve the right not to use inappropriate language to describe what differentiates men from women because both such elements are truly part of this little story...and in that case Jeannette's hearthrob was displaying a tumescence of outstanding proportion considering he was about 5'8                     9...she said she could see eye to eye with him and she sat down in front of him with those long silky bare legs of hers and the aroma of the apple pie hot out of the oven on the table infront of them...well everyone in the room jumped up and dove on the pie because t here was a moment there when it was like true love got ground up to powder and turned into so much plaster...at least in Jeannette's mind she got totally stupid in that moment and for the next year did nothing but write to Cause Boy and tell him in every letter in a DIFFERENT way...why she was in love with him...well, he didn't give her the time of day and never has...not once, he didn't respond t hen, other than to let her see for two seconds that he had a ...what the dog dug up in her backyard because former tenants had a fondness for barbeque...and Jeannette said it was her year of being stupid when he walked in the room the winter of the summer when she'd made the pie...and she couldn't get up from the floor but laid there listening to his voice trembling because he had t his voice t hat went right t hrough ya...kind of like a drill press you know?  miter saw...dentist's filling tool...blow torch...and he was in the next room sticking his finger in the so ur cream dip yakkkin on about tuna fish sandwiches for dinner and chocolate milk...and she was under the covers by t hen, trying to squeeze  herself under the couch because it wasn't s ummer any more and she wasn't wearing her c utoffs and baking pies but lying on the floor in her living room having a life getting over the back he had th at summer displayed t he outlines of a part of his anatomy to her that indicated there really is a thing called cupid's arrow...or that cupid exists...so after that winter visit when she said not a word to him but wrote  him all that 'florid prose'...about dang...I shudda gone for it but h ow could I?  why didn't I why shouldn't I wouldn't you like to?  com'on buddy, let's ...I hear that barry white guy singing that tune about now because t hat is w here Jeannette was at...and she realized after a year's worth of letters that cause boy was sticking true to his cause and she was nothing more to him than a hot apple pie fresh out of the oven set on the table...with bare legs...
and cause boy went back to Hell's Kitchen where he had hotwired /diverted/ConEd power and so forth to run a kind of rats in the woodwork sort of operation of which he was the total guru and no time for Jeannette who grieved about it, writing as she did about whatever went on with all the passion of a person who does get stupid when they fall in love...oh man...ahhh...I sigh  here because that's great that we can lau gh about those feelings but they are what makes the world go round and hopefully those of us intended to have them as part of our life's experience get to make it all the way around the bases to homeplate in a state of consciousness...Jeannette said t hat if Cause Boy had act ually accepted her responses to  his covering up the remains of rib dinners from the barbeque over on 14th and T...such might have been true love and justice and maybe little CB's and CG's running everwhere...reall irony of this story?  Cause Boy lived right up the street from the club CBGB;'s...how's that for irony?  sighs...
I lifted this plate off the dishrack and I inspected it to see if I could see my face in it and I could so I used it to eat up the french toast that gave me the inspiration to write t his...nah...my gags person did that but as it happens, I find it an amusing little story of love in the big city dog bones and all....

heard from the beg kahuna

mmhmmm...good ol billjay was your typical droid, loose as a goose and pissing on your head if he had had too much, dad was a real bludgeoner to him, couldn't be helped, had to marry damudder and that's how it was...cause billjay was on the way...so he finally passed on, tried from the time he was a teenager to cross the golden rainbow and he finally did it...lots of good times with him but there it is, couldn't be helped and definitely didn't want to get in the way of John Jay, he was a lean mean frightening machine and passed on while we were still in s hort pants, thank goodness, same is true of the latest gabriel judgement  honoree, I say gabriel but I mean peter, maybe gabriel's the angel that decides if they can even ask if they get into heaven, hmmm...well in this case it is PL who dropped, and now there's only DL which is the two of them together in a big pork sandwich...as I see it the trouble hasn't gone away but there's no fascista element to it now, it's just going to be totally mean whatever happens and I know my biggest eldest is in the middle of it (transmission to prove ...hehe) and then t here's DL who's in the hospital with stitches up his back...want to ask if he's ok he's coming  home tomorrow, but might want to let sleeping dogs lie for a little longer, maybe...anyways, off to the firehall pretty quick here, need to go home and do some dishes, big old t hunder clouds up there looking ominous and girls have a fore sale sign in t he winder at the gallery but haven't discussed what the plan is on that...figure  it's actually my property but won't go there until the curtains are lifted in the dark night of time passing...course I went and bought a lotto ticket for ten bucks to try and get t he grease together for the dentist this week but didn't win nothing and lost my only ten bucks in the process which was totally not fun but there it is...use this blog to spout off and being as I was in this life on this beach hundreds of years ago in a different life, I should be talking about clam harvest and what washe dup on the shore but I'm in reality as I see it and t he dishes need doing and the dogs are in the house by themselves and life's not real interesting ot her t han I truly  need extra work to put together some money but it'll all work out
meanw hile..off to the races of life and somewhat integrated into that the passing of PL and hopefully DL and DL are ICBM, hmm???t hat could work, hehe

a years worth of aluminum cans

just been to bellingham to the technical college there for dental work...am due back on May 7 for a cleaning which will be 47 dollars.  I had been saving to see the new baby in October, the son in Maui and the hot water heater...after this recent trip I am down to nothing again because of hotel expenses that I hadn't counted on.  I was told in March that I could stay on an 'air mattress' but then when I got there at 9pm sitting in the car in the back alley of 'the place' the facts were suddenly illuminated in black and in white: nope, never said that, this is not that kind of house, the roommates say no...and so on...and 'forgot' you were coming...and so on...and you see this big fat effigy trotting around in the meetings you go to and the prayers you make sucking up all the good that you hope comes from this life and know that that is the voice that is saying 'I never said that'..as though it were a countenance that actually holds water/which I know it doesn't because I've seen it leaking out all over the slacks of an adolescent/son thereof...meanwhile, funds for another trip to the technical college are nonexistent and I don't know where I can raise six hundred dollars to make the trip because all my savings went into accomplishing this last visit...I was trying to be resolved on my return home to get the funds together for the next adventure, cleaned up the garage and sorted out all the aluminum cans, which there were several large bags full.  "I'll take them to the recycle place and get money for them to start my work towards the next trip" I thought.  Well, I drove into town this morning with the back of the station wagon loaded with flattened aluminum cans.  When I get there I see an obviously mentally challenged young man in a coverall sorting out a great wad of copper wire.  Two men inside the building come towards me and retrieve my great sacks of cans which they promptly dump into their scale
Eleven dollars and seventy cents is what they gave me for my day and a half worth of labor sorting out all those cans.  That is how I am beginning my work to get the resources together to make the trip back to the technical college to have my chipped teeth worked on.  I think about the things I could do to make money but I keep coming back to the fact that what I did have saved went for hotel rooms.  I feel angry about that but I am trying to dissolve that anger with productive reasoning.  T his seems to be in short supply as I contemplate t he fact that I have not yet paid the electric bill for this month, nor the telephone which was exorbitantly high last month.  I haven't opened that bill yet and it too is due...I've also been served with notice that Discover is suing me so there are some big thunder clouds on the horizon...
his quiet voice tells me to be confident, that it will all work out well yet eleven dollars and seventy cents is a paltry beginning to this challenge...I wonder what I can do...certainly there is enough 'stuff' in my house to create a yard sale but who is this little town needs any of it?   certainly the goodwill chain stores are pricing their goods for a lot more than they used to but when it comes to a little yard sale like I would have, prices would be so low they'd be like giving things away..it's a challenge.. I know I'm up for it but I am truly concerned, it's been like this for some time, I don't know the solution, I could paint the backroom at the church and bill for it but it certainly wouldn't be six hundred dollars, which I need for  this next trip 300 for the chipped front teeth and 47 for the cleaning, two nights in the hotel, a wednesday and a thursday, gasoline for the trip...seems like a miracle waiting to happen...I told my mother about my concerns.  she was her usual self about this situation...'on my little pittance I couldn't help out at all'...'pat doesn't get anything'...that sort of thing...I thought about calling a family member 'can you loan me six hundred dollars??'...hmmm...haven't heard from that one for months now...likely why because I've never asked that question

here we are and here's what I've heard

Liz is with us now..her annual visit, in the time of the mushroomhunting...occurs during a particularly dry spell for us, by now the rain has come and we are socked in by it, planning our escapes to warmer climates - wendy is on her way to Kahalui in the next day or so...Martha and Paul have left for San Diego and the Norfolk pine has been established at the Sekiu Center...tonight we meet for WEYCC to discuss the apple cider pressing we did Saturday and raised $530..there's a firehall meeting as well but I may only stay for the vehicle inspection as I am secretary for WEYCC...my mother is having issues of a sort, Monique Nelson died and she is very grieved over this as Monique was a great friend to her (when they were both cognizant)...as it stands, my mother is in failing health, weak, wobbly and frail/all words meaning the same thing but each a unique condition
on the front line with DL I am still unsure if I should give him a call or not, as he posted that he'd lost his cell phone and that people should call him so he'd have their number, I don't know that I should do this duh...very up in the air about it since he's not the most pleasant of people to be around, kind of biding my time although I do miss seeing him, he's posted pictures of himself with Dawn Gill, apparently that was his last visitor as he hasn't posted anything else since and I check that facebook page often...little spy that I am..have been settling into my new bedroom in the very back, did the bills this morning, cleaned up and sorted just a bit, should be there now but I'm here at the visitor center and there's someone in using his laptop for the wifi...I suppose I could be doing more research for my own pet projects but I'm not...charged up three dollars at the quarter store so I'll have to settle with them whenever I put some money in my wallet...still haven't spoken to JoAnn Willard and I miss her every day...I don't know why I'm avoiding her but I've been working with the new neighbor at the end of her block, Dana, and been driving right by her house where I used to feel so welcome..I guess God will give me an answer on that one, meanwhile my brother is taking my mother to the clinic today for a check up, my brother in Port Orchard has volunteered to take Mom for a while to give Pat a break 

went for a long walk on the beach before coming home to make some lunch...found five nice agates, one rather large one, funny how I always pop them in my mouth upon retrieval...like a bird eating gravel I am..weather is gorgeous, again...but I'll have to water so there's the downside last night I beat back the blackberry cane and clipped off the burgeoning salmonberry in the flower beds..watched a british miniseries Parades' end which well it was pretty good if long, still working on the interior of the house...want to paint so bad, have an art exhibit coming up so I SHOULD be painting but in the process is all I am, today feel a bit sleepy due to good lunch, dogs in car and its warm so can't stay, dishwasher is running at home, best be off...
good writing session at least..how I miss the one I love (rogikanatzar).el tico..

summer marches on

what can I say..Bob Bowlby died last Sunday on Fathers' Day?  yep...he did...wonderful old timer he was..barely getting around, very pale, very white but a descendent of some of the native peoples of this area so very dark eyes sitting in the still very cognizant head...tending to ramble off a bit he was at the end, frail enough to be lifted from the automobile he drove up in...but still driving..adios amigo..  we're sorry to see you go...but we know you had your ticket ready for the last month or so...
speaking about tickets...pondering the allegiant offers for Mesa in the fall around my burpday...wonder how I will 'get it all done' when my back is spasming today ouch...and have some new wrinkles and curves in my life which in lift off seem a bit strange as though there were nothing better I could ever do but be a part of those moments when that's going on...I feel that way most of the time...there's nothing better I could be doing...even though there's a lot of springing from the frying pan into the fire as it were...and not much more than the cozy intimateness of just what that is...no clam digging expeditions, no forays into Seattle with some mochas to go...or even out shooting elk..well, hasn't happened and I wonder if it will...well I don't wonder so much as am grateful for whatever experience I get to have...isn't that what a blog is after all but the meditations of that very thing?  I g uess it is, what I use it for..deep thoughts here, about this that and the lover..ouch..ovary area says 'folliating'...like it hasn't done that in a w hile...nah...not in a while but it was competent that it could when it did now it's like looking in the mirror going hey..cette moi
and it is
so also got two pair of winter kind of shoes at the store today...looking ahead on that nice flannel shirt but I only wear those when I'm going to scrub up so why get a really  nice one?  I mean reallly...
so I can ruin it?  I like my cotton banger yaks...for those long winter days when it don't do nothing but rain!!
ouch...what to do then?  today I made egg rolls with plantain and egg plant...they were pretty good bring them along for the ride later I think...and meanwhile...should be getting on down the road if I'm gonna...car is loaded with bric a brack and so is the house, hehe...yikes..
so anyway...enough for now...nothing brilliant to observe except it was so fun to dance to Thriller this morning and then I thought the old cassette could stand a wipe off and don'tcha know all the lettering naming the songs on the tape just wiped off and only a little bit of the words 'Thriller' are still on it...well.. I guess I will sometime get a cd or mp3 or something but that's like the tape I've  had since my daughter was small and loved 'Billie Jean'(s)...she called it

stories from the far side of the lake...

the laundry's on the line and I've heard that so and so is bragging that he paid me $44 for about twenty minutes of pleasure...this he told to the fellow at the end of the block who doesn't ever get it right because he's never quire sober enough to comprehend reality...but he does fish...and this is what so and so is about..what I think is that s&s is the chief of this particular brand of native we have here and so the f what if that's the rumor going around, that I'm cheep cheep that way...which I know I'm not but he did give me money that day because I said his house was a wreck and that he could hire me to clean it so he says 'you want some money? and I say 'yeah, ok'...so he peels off forty from his wad...everybody has a wad but me...hehe..and now I've never gotten to do the cleaning because he's so particular about his stuff...and it's all in a transitory state anyways, what goes on between the two of us...I don't  believe for a minute that he's spreading the rumor that I'm in the profession..I forget what they call it...selling your body, I don't do that but I am a little more of an interpreter than you'd guess...and yeah I would clean his house, it'd be worth at least 40 to do that..because inside and out it's been let go, curtains hanging off the rods, things disshevled and scattered about, chopping wood for the fire right there on the living room floor watching the boards underneath shake, yikes...but anyways, last time I was there I did get to make the bed so I've made a stab at it anyway...he doesn't appear to have any money and his truck doesn't seem to be r unning and the fellows on his boat crew are pretty much alcoholic it would seem but he's not, we sat and talked and he's very coherent and well versed except when it comes to people being down on Indians (he thinks) or says he does...he doesn't reach my dark spot where I too am native (an Iriquois)...way backmy grandmother Genevieve Higgins was a LeBeau and her French Canadian father had some of that blood (Iriquois) in him so now in my later years I am taking to wearing feathers and beads and going barefoot in summer as though it was always my way, also don't mind deep cold...I guess I could tell a story now about that native woman I come from and what her story is...

many fathers before me...this is the story handed down of Silver Pike that runs with the Deer

I don't know that there are pike in the great lakes but I think there are and once there was a woman that caught many of them because she recognized the flash they made when they were close on the surface of the lake and she had made quite a finely woven fish net from long grass that grew on the water's edge
she used this net from her little waterboat, a round thing of deer hide that she didn't use a paddle with, only her hands because she would fill the boat with just so many fish and then she would have to go to shore where she kept a small constant fire burning and sticks all around it to dry the fish for the winter when she would melt the snow and boil the fish in a stew over the fire.  To this stew she would add the roots and dried plants of the forest and it would be a good thing to keep her stomach full when the winter was howling cold and the wolves would make songs with the ice gods...The ice gods were very stern, they would always be asking did you keep yourself warm this winter?  Did you store enough food and Silver Pike that Runs with the Deer would speak to them at the end of her day when she was very tired and sleeping in her thick furs in the little round hut in the woods that was her home..
Yes, fathers I have made the stores of food that you told to me to build up..yes fathers I have dried the fish, dried the plants and roots, picked the berries and plucked feathers from the few birds I have taken..fathers I have problem taking the birds for the loon is my brother and I do not want to make his spirit a part of my body...fathers make me understand this...she would say...and then she would hear in this time the voice of the one warrior that she now walks the path with...chasing away the skinwalkers that still come to haunt the fresh minds of todays' people...
the ice gods would say, listen to your heart, stay in our time in your leather gowns and leggings, braid your hair long down your back and wrap it around your head when  you wear the fur caps against the wind...keep your body clean and sleep long into the night so that you are rested for the day...wake up when Mother Sun pushes you gently with her warm light...keep your furs without the little brothers and the loon forgives what he does not know...we must all eat does the frog argue that point with us?  no....and so she became quite swift to trap the wolverine and ever after her body would bloom with a slight scratch should she even think about the creature and his vicious claws...wolverine's trap was made as a basket that she  dug into the ground and snow in winter and inside put many fine foods like the dried fish and the berries and wolverine's nose would tell him Silver Pike that Runs with the Deer had made him a winter nest and he would go into it and never know that she planned to skin and to eat him even t hough he was becoming her child and sleeping in her warm mother's basket.  Silver Pike wasn't afraid of the wolverine but she kept the animal as a pet and a watcher of her place in the forest and it would tell the others of its kind that she might need fur or she might need meet and they would find amongst themselves the one who would come to live in the mother's basket.  That's the way it was with all the creatures Silver Pike fished and trapped and snared and she was veryhappy for several moons until one day she came across some strange hunters that signed to her they needed passage across her wide lake...
she signed to them  "I do not travel with my people...long ago the Ice Fathers sent me on my vision quest and I came to this place where I have lived alone without others but my wolverine.."  she snapped her fingers and the wolverine came running out and rolled over for the strange ones, holding out his hand when he stood up..to receive a bit of fish or meat from the people there...
The strange ones were French and they were looking for a way to the Californias where there was reputed to be gold in the mountains...Silver Pike knew where there was gold in her own lake but she left it where it was as the lake fish swam over it and kept it guarded against all men...the Ice Fathers told her it was the way they spoke to her...through the precious metal...she did not tell the strange ones about her lake's gold but she did sign that she could bring them to the end of the lake duluthenn ahh hema... where they might meet the ones who lived there and continue on their way
be afraid of those ones at that end of the lake, she signed...they have had some disease from your kind and they do not cure it well...
the strange ones' leathers were shiny with grease and dirt and she told them to go into the lake and bathe with the plants she showed them would clean their bodies...she took their leather clothing and pounded it with rocks and hung it to dry in the sun and the great water birds came out and sang to them as they lay in the sun and dried themselves and the clothing dried by the fire in the sun as the wind blew soft over the lake...Silver Pike was asked to go further with them inland and she said she could not because her place was near the lake with her wolverine and her fish and berries...one of the strange ones made her to understand he needed her warm body in the night and she did not answer him but left him the smoke of courage from the plants under the tall pine...he understood she would  not come  unto him as was the custom them if the answers to both people were of the same smile...she also said that the Ice  Fathers wished it that she would be like a sort of a priestess on the lake that it would always be clean and f ull of fish and so she was that more than anything but she did take them across the lake and in summer a small child came to her floating in a basket and she named him Fisher...so even if there is no man and woman there are children because the world makes them from what it has...
the journey across the lake is another story for there are great kings living below the surface of those lakes and they command the fishes in the water  and they guide the craft that crosses those waters

so...in the meantime...