Setting Two | Chilling on the Boat

There is spring water on my boat I got the other day at Whole Foods. My new heater is on setting “2” which is the highest setting. It’s been working–

My stomach hurts.

I went to Whole Foods to get a matcha latte and some young coconut meat and a Hoplark Hop Tea. I didn’t realize the brand wasn’t “Hop Tea.” I thought it was Hop Tea but it’s actually Hoplark. Hope Tea is a way cooler name and much more straightforward. They have Hoplark printed vertically on the side (?) of the can and it doesn’t exactly catch your attention. Of all the Hoplark teas I prefer the green right now because of the taste and also because it might be slightly easier to drink on an empty stomach.

I injected BPC-157 into my knee this morning about an hour after waking up. I’m getting good at injecting it really close to the LCL. I like the ritual. Grab the little party pack out of the bow with the syringes and alcohol swabs. Get the BPC-157 out of the fridge and set everything up on the table. Get my knee ready, pull my pants or long underwear down and pinch the skin to find a suitable injection site but first palpitate the tendon a bit to see where it’s sore; that’s where I want to inject. Swab the top of the container holding the BPC-157 and also the part of my knee where I’m going to inject. Swab it good. Then pull the safeties off either end of the syringe and pull the white plunger part out till it’s at about 20 then turn the BPC-157 vial upside down and with my left hand try to puncture the membrane of the vial right in the middle of the little circle. Draw it out till it’s past 20, watching it fill, then push it in till it’s no more than 20 but no less than 15. Pinch the skin in my right hand and then insert the needle and slowly push the plunger until all the liquid is in me, and then pull the needle out, grab the swab and apply pressure where the needle went in. After 15 seconds or so throw the swab in the garbage, put the caps back on the syringe and put it in a little ziplock bag for used syringes. When I was on the ferry the other day I disposed of all my old used syringes in the sharps container. I felt a big strange doing it. I would’ve felt weird if anyone walked in. It was a lot of syringes. But no one walked in and afterward I washed my hands.

Last night when I got back from Nate’s I made myself some yogurt with mango and oats. First I got the mango, which wasn’t quite ripe, an ataulfo mango, and using a knife sliced all the skin off. Then I cut strips of it off the side until most of the meat was gone, and then using my hands ate the rest of the meat that was still attached to the seed. This is my favorite part, sinking my teeth into this flesh. Then I got the yogurt out and put some of the chunks in and poured some lightly-toasted oats on top. It was way too late to be eating and probably why I feel like shit today. I don’t feel like shit today, but my digestive system could be better. Then I sat on the bench seat with this yogurt mixture and ate all the good stuff out, and then put more mango and oats in, repeating the process till all the mango was gone. And then I didn’t watch YouTube videos because I’m only allowed to watch YouTube videos till 10pm. I’m only allowed to use the internet till 11pm, at which point I can journal or read or just go to sleep but usually I journal for a little bit then read and within 15 or so minutes I’m pretty tired. I get up for one last pee and then unplug the LED string lights, then turn off the portside LED dome light, and then finally the starboard LED dome light. Then I get in bed. Of course before this I’ve already put the wooden hatch boards in and also wedged the boat hook in between the the lip of the deck and part of the sliding part of the roof so if someone were to come on the boat they either wouldn’t be able to open the hatch, or they MIGHT be able to open the hatch with a lot of force but it would be really loud and I’d quickly spring over to the galley and grab my knife. That’s the plan. There are a lot of tweakers where I live.

We sang songs at Nate’s. Nate and Hunter played guitar and I sang. They sang too. We sang Beatles songs and Nirvana and Tom Petty. Buddy was on the ground and can’t really move cuz he got vaccines injected into his hind legs yesterday and now they’re all stiff.

My knee felt sore this morning and I’m not really sure why. I didn’t really take any falls climbing yesterday. I didn’t really do any knee intensive moves. I didn’t really climb hard yesterday. Maybe it’s all the BPC injections. Maybe I AM kind of doing like a poor man’s PRP. Either way the region where my LCL inserts into the fibula is a bit sore. I’ve also become completely dependent on my knee sleeve. It feels really weird not to wear it. I feel really unstable. And I can’t find the black knee sleeve I usually wear at night.

Now I’m drinking my hop tea and I have no plans for today. I don’t know if I’m realistically going to do any job applications. Or volunteer applications. I don’t know what I’m going to do. Maybe I’ll go to my parents’. I was thinking about driving to Wenatchee to stay there but that’s like three hours driving there, three hours driving back. I don’t need to do that. Plus then I spend money on a hotel. I don’t need to do that. I’d rather (I think I’d rather, at least) take walks around here and hopefully hang out with someone in the evening.

How Boring Can You Get || Road to Recovery

Woke up at about 7:25am this morning. Laid there in bed for a bit. Wondered if I should get up right away or if I should read. Kind of wanted to take a shower but took a bath last night so shower would be overkill. Don’t need to bathe so much when you’re not doing any physical activity. Journaled a bit on my phone, then finally got up and went downstairs and watched a couple bouldering videos on YouTube. Watched a Matt Fultz video and one of some guy sending FA’s in the Chattanooga region. Kinda dope. Then boiled water for some tea even though I knew drinking black tea on an empty stomach was a bad idea but I wanted something warm and I didn’t want to start the day with chamomile. So I drank it slowly. Played the piano a bit. Nocturne in C Sharp Minor and also Chopin’s Nocturne Opus 9 Number 1. Watched another bouldering video, this one a long interview with Matt Fultz. The interviewer wasn’t very good. Realized that I don’t need to train right now, my fingers aren’t ready for it, I just need to climb. Even so might get some individual training holds from REI that I can dangle weights from on a rope so I can condition my fingers for crimps really slowly. Start with just five pounds, then go to ten, then twenty, and finally get to the point where I can actually lift my body off the ground with a 20mm or 15mm crimp.

At around 9am or 930 mixed a smoothie with mixed berries, almond milk and marine collagen. The latest research shows that ingesting collagen 30 minutes before loading a tendon or ligament can improve healing. The loading is key. Drank the smoothie, which was (thank god) fairly bland, then drove up to the high school and realized high school is in session! and then tried to figure out where else there are stairs, so finally stopped at the baseball fields where I used to play little league. The stairs there were pretty feeble. Ran ’em for like five minutes, then went to Pegasus for a matcha latte. Sat in the cafe for a sec drinking my matcha latte, alternating between putting my mask up and taking sips and reading the New York Times. Read an article on how some kind of antelope is returning to Southern Turkey. Then got in the Subi and drove home again.

Got home and put a small load of laundry in. Got my charger and started charging the iPhone. Sat down with my computer and applied for extended unemployment benefits. Don’t really care if I get it cuz at this point I want to get a job anyway. Unloaded the pressure washer from the car, the “real” reason I came here in the first place. Unloaded the gas tank, rearranged my bouldering pad in my car so I can see out the back better. Came inside to the warmth and the sound of the washing machine. Contemplated watching another bouldering video but then figured I’d write this blog instead. Need to make a logo for this site. Do that now? Get Jetpack for suggested articles? Checked SHAK. Slowly recovering. Contemplated going outside for a walk. Contemplated getting my stuff together and getting on the ferry but then remembered I have to wait for my laundry to be done. Contemplated having bread with butter and honey.

Fingers felt swollen this morning.

God I love the cherry trees in the front yard.



I’m Glad I Spent it With You || Chilling on the Boat

Everything seems fairly glorious today, and I’m trying to figure out why.

Hypothesis eins:

Yesterday the last calories entering my mouth was at 5:30pm PST. These calories came in the form of oats. Lightly toasted oats from Trader Joe’s. I was standing in my boat and spooning them into my mouth and groaning slightly. Once in my mouth the saliva from my mouth would mix with the oats to create a mixture not unlike fresh cement. This mixture would then pass into my stomach, where, right now, it ostensibly IS cement. Glorious cement. Glorious, fiber-filled cement.

But the point is that since I ate my last calories at 5:30pm, when I woke up this morning at 7:30am I had already been fasting for (carry the two) 14 hours!!!!!!!!! Which meant if I just held off till 9:30am I would have fasted for 16 hours, which of course I didn’t do, cuz I just got back from Whole Foods where I got a matcha latte, a green Hop Tea, OCTOPUS TENTACLES, and an albacore tuna steak. My friend Cole said the other day that your digestive system is never better than when you’re vegetarian, so for three weeks I’m cutting out foul, pork, and red meat. Octopus tentacles are a vegetarian’s dream. Also is A2/A2 yogurt. Also are eggs. Also is cauliflower.

So that’s hypothesis one. Feeling light, feeling good.

Hypothesis deux:

I’ve got a lot going on today.

Several social functions, which is approximately several more than I usually have planned in a given day. Which means I have tons of stuff to look forward to. Which is a good way to start the day.

Hypothesis kolme:

Today is supposed to be one of the nicest days of the year. Which means we’re all going to have Vitamin D coming out of our ears in about four hours. I intend to sunbathe today, and sunbathe with a vengeance. It’s a LITTLE bit early for swimming season yet. Just a touch. But it’s never too early to sunbathe.

Hypothesis quatre:

Hypothesis four is the most likely hypothesis to be true because it synthesizes all of the previous hypotheses and also adds a wildcard: I’m pressure washing my boat today. That is, I’m taking steps to vastly improve my living situation, transforming it from something out of the movie Waterworld into a gleaming bastion of maritime excellence. So maybe that’s it. Fasting a bit, having stuff planned for the day, starting the day off with my usual routine of gross amounts of green tea, and to top it all off the sun already shining (through a layer of clouds, of course).

The perfect day? Maybe.

A wonderful day? Definitely.

– Wetz

Coffee on the Beach

Good morning, friends. How are we doing today? I’m drinking black tea, as you might’ve guessed. I thought about trying to fast today but then realized that I can’t drink black tea on an empty stomach and so had some nuts. My knee has felt pretty shitty this last week, and I’m not really sure why. Diet? Running a mile? Hiking six miles? Climbing very lightly but still jumping off the wall a couple times from a few feet up? Am I not ready for that even though it felt completely fine? Or maybe I just need to stop touching my knee constantly, constantly massaging it, checking the LCL to see if it’s intact.

No climbing today, as that just seems inadvisable considering the state of my knee I described to you just now. It’s not that it hurts, it’s just that it feels kinda…weird. Like every so slightly stiff. Or actually that the fear is stronger lately, the fear of walking on uneven surfaces, the fear of unexpected lateral movement. That’s a much better way of describing it.

The fear.

But that same fear goes away quite a bit when I put my knee brace on.

Yesterday, as you might’ve guessed, I was out on the Olympic Peninsula checking out Barold’s new property that recently got cleared and had a road put in on it. I spent a night out there surveying the burn piles, roasting hot dogs, taking walks, and generally looking at the stars. It’s amazing how much more briliant the stars are out there than Seattle. Thousands and thousands of twinkling orbs, a general celestial glow pervading throughout. In Seattle when you look at the stars you can only see the big guns, the Big Dipper, Orion, but when out on the Peninsula you realize that behind Orion is a blanket of thousands of other stars, quivering, pulsating, dreamy. The milky way throbs. The blackness is total. And to have that arena above you while in front of you are the glowing embers of a fire, well, it ain’t too bad.

Barold and I had coffee on the beach yesterday. Yes, you read that correctly: coffee. I’ve had a coffee embargo the last couple weeks, but I’ve decided these embargos must be lifted from time to time! Let the people be free to make mistakes, to indulge in excess, etc. etc. Also, as they always say, moderation in all things, including moderation. Which is why from time to time you must jump off the high dive, even when you don’t really feel like it, especially when you don’t feel like it, and even better, when you DO feel like it, and this is why I indulged in a glorious thermos of coffee yesterday on the beach.

Looking out we saw a bald eagle sitting on the piling that marks where the waves break when they’re really big. That doesn’t happen very often. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen it happen. We walked out to the point, an alluvial fan created (ostensibly) by the river and storms shaping the sediment. Here we could see little peelers ripping down the beach, and I wondered when I’ll be able to surf next. I should be able to surf before I can boulder, I mean that sort of makes sense — surfing is a much lower impact activity — but surfing is also unpredictable. You don’t know what the wave is going to do, what the ocean is going to do. You don’t know the contours of the bottom. Surfing everything is fluid and liquid and slippery whereas in bouldering everything is static and your body is the only thing that moves. Your body must adjust to the contour of the rock. Your body must be accommodating. The rock will not yield! No matter how much power you might bring, the rock will not yield. And so it will only let you up if you learn the secret key, and that key consists of how strong you are, how much you weigh, how hard you’re able to pull down, and more importantly your technique. If you can combine and excel in all these aspects, the rock might let you up. Might.

Though actually the rock is indifferent. It is fabulously indifferent.

What am I talking about.

I don’t know what I’m talking about.

I need to do my physical therapy.

I think I’m going to do that right now.

Talk soon.

– Wetz

The Island Behind

O ye’ll tak’ the high road, and I’ll tak’ the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland a’fore ye.

– Traditional Scottish Song

–The word of the Lord.
— Thanks be to God.

– Popular Church Refrain

I’m on the ferry coming back from Bainbridge, where I spent the afternoon/evening at my parents’ house. As I said yesterday, my original plan after physical therapy was to drive to Leavenworth, but then I thought, I don’t want to drive out to Leavenworth. But I do want to get off my boat. So I went to my parents’ house.

The seagulls are preening themselves this morning. They have such brilliant, white feathers. They are perfectly clean. No one is speaking on this ferry. Everyone is quiet. Everyone is wearing a mask. And now there’s a crow next to the seagulls, cawing. It’s just flown away. The seagulls did not bat an eye, so engrossed are they in their self-care. I wish I had a cam with which I could follow these two particular seagulls for the next 24 hours. What would they do? Where would they go? Will they spend most of the day on this piling next to the ferry? Where do they sleep at night?

Two Canadian geese drift into the picture on the water below. The geese have been very active around my boat lately. I don’t know if it’s mating season or what, but they’re always honking ferociously and a fight seems to have always broken out. Meanwhile the heron stand on the pier, in groups of 10-20, impassable. They look like old businessmen hunched over in grey suits. They fight too, and their fighting is hilarious. They rear their necks back but never seem to touch each other. Theirs is an elegant, capoeira style of fighting. And then they go back to being hunched over, looking out at the horizon.

The ferry leaves and the island recedes into the distance. We’ll be in Seattle soon, with all that that brings. The honking, the homeless, people generally seeming stressed out. I’ll get off the ferry and walk the two miles up the waterfront to my car, passing the strange tourists who at 8:30am are out walking the Seattle waterfront. There are always a few. Families. Sometimes masked, sometimes not. You wonder where they’re from. Renton? Yakima? South Dakota? I don’t understand what they’re doing, their thought process. But I prefer not understanding what they’re doing. I’m sure their explanation wouldn’t make sense to me.

The ferry groans slightly as it turns right to leave Eagle Harbor. It begins to shake. Everyone is still preturnaturally quiet, still wearing their masks except for one guy who has his mask off to eat and drink his coffee. Naturally, I despise him for this. Who are you to have your mask off, asshole? How is your coffee drinking somehow more important than the safety of those around you? I am a spectacular hypocrite, of course, because if I had a muffin, if I had an americano with just a little bit of heavy cream, if I had a latte and a scone, if I had a large earl grey tea with just a little bit of heavy crean, if I had a mocha, if I had a green tea, if I had a drip coffee, if I had whatever this guy is drinking, whatever this guy is eating, I’d be doing the exact same thing.

And there, look, he just put his mask on. Maybe he isn’t Satan. Maybe he’s actually a great guy.

Now we’re fully in the sound named after Peter Puget and the island has lost its grip on us. Not that it ever had a grip on us. But it was caressing us, and now the caress of the island is gone, the caress of tranquility, and the city and the skyline and the dirt and the noise spring ever more into view. The ferry is gathering speed now and shaking ferociously. Screws are coming loose. We sound like we’re about to take flight. We must be doing 20 knots now. The wake we’re putting off is tremendous as we round the last buoy and head straight toward Seattle, straight toward the metropolis, straight toward our destinies. What are my fellow ferry riders up to today? Are you all off to work? To visit friends? To conduct business transations? To go shopping? I have no idea. I imagine the first guess is the most accurate. This is, or was, a full-fledged commuter boat. Thousands of people would ride it every morning. The atmosphere then was always lively because anytime you have that many people in an enclosed space the atmosphere becomes lively. Groups of people who ride the boat together everyday, having the same conversations, gossiping. This was their last respite before working 9-5. And then in the evening they’d do it all over again, and when they got to the island everything would be quiet, or at least in comparison to Seattle, and they’d have dinner, and they’d hang out with their families, maybe do a little extra work, watch some TV, go to bed, get up and do it all over again.

But that was then.

I wish I had a coffee.

But I’m done with coffee.

Should I stop by Whole Foods on the way to my boat?

I have therapy at 10am.

Today is Tuesday, the year of Yaweh two thousand and twenty-one, the ninth day of March. Today the sun will set at approximately 6:06pm and there will be civil twilight until 6:36 and then nautical twilight for another half hour after that. At 7pm there will still be some vestiges of sunlight. And then in four days the clocks will change and at 8pm there will be some vestiges of light. This to me is always a bigger marker of spring than the actual day spring starts. Spring to me is a smell in the air. You’re walking one day, maybe in February, maybe in March, and a smell hits your nostrils and you think, That’s spring. That’s when spring arrives. It doesn’t have much to do with the official day.

I see Magnolia off to my right and I long for the island behind me.