It seems that The Big Row has barely faded into memory - along with the attendant magic that Kathy created in maintaing the community blog - when it's all coming around again. I've been drawn into the vortex of another Mega-Communications Effort all in the interest of getting into my beloved boat again for a good cause...and, perhaps, for my own well-being.
Yes, here we go again, Gentle Reader!
The prior posting gave you some background - a ludicrous 75-mile attempt on June 16, pre-dawn to post-sunset, a kind of geriatric They Shoot Horses, Don't They? re-do, all in the Inner Harbor, this time on behalf of the creatures who can't speak for themselves - with much of the attendant training and preparation that characterized The Big Row (TBR). Sheesh.
Those of you who were faithful TBR readers recall that the blog (soon to go to a book...but more on that later!) morphed through these stages: the Conception, the Planning, the Training, the Doing of It, and a series of Reflections. I have no such plan for this documentation except to say that as I sit here tonight, I'm in week #2 of the worst back problem I have ever experienced...an announcement that will no doubt make Recycled Love a bit nervous. See, over Easter break I drove a truck, trailering a boat, from Annapolis to Florida, caught a good nap, and pulled another boat home for a total of 34 hours, bumping over the concrete, ka-thump, ka-thump. A day later, I couldn't get off the potty ("TMI, TMI!!" you might rightly say, and I agree), and I've been painfully slouching around ever since. Truth be told, at this moment I cannot even bend over to pet the very creatures I hope to benefit from this endeavour. They think I'm aloof. I'm merely (temporarily) misaligned.
So, needless to say, the training for this outing has yet to begin, but it will, and in time to make a go of it. More on that later, too.
Gentle Reader, Kathy has suggested that we shoot an invitation to this new blog (and notifications of new entries) out to the list she has maintained of those of you who contributed to The Big Row. I suppose it makes sense, in that any of you who enjoyed the reading - I think there were three of you - are again heartily welcomed aboard. My own reticence stems from not wanting you to think that I'm after you for more money. I'm not anxious to double-dip those of you who are justifiably thinking, "Oh, no, not again!" so, relax. If you enjoy the read and keeping up with this next madness, it's free.
Gentle Reader, this effort will be offered to folks - through Recycled Love and other links - who love creatures great and small. I'll be riffing about my own connection to creatures, to the great work of Recycled Love in particular, and I hope that the blog will make available to you opportunities to contribute your own stories. See, since moving to Baltimore in '02, I've come to know Corey, Shadow, Moby, Jimmy, and Luke...all of whom were rescued from death's Door by Peg. Prior to '02, other than our Beloved Gibson, the 60's Lab I grew up with, dogs and domestic pets have not been a part of my mix. Now, a few years later, I already have the (next)book title ready to go: The Leash Goes Both Ways. Oh, yeah. Now, I'm gonna test my back - and head - on their furry little behalfs.
Can't wait.
Stay tuned, won't cha?
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