![]() Cercariae penetrate the skin of bathers as water droplets dry. We could enjoy ourselves a little more once we knew he was seeing straight again.Swimmers itch (Schistosome dermatitis) is a temporary skin infection acquired by bathers in some lakes when they accidentally become involved in the life cycle of the trematode worm. Good news though is that they were able to put him all back together again. Glad I got a little time to hang out with him, but I sure was missing his story telling around the campfires the rest of the week. I would have been a wreck with the threat of blindness lingering, but he was as jubilant as ever as he explained to our disappointed faces that he had to rush home to go under the knife. Not only has he been right by Sally's side throughout, but the morning after Christine and I got there he had to rush off to surgery for a detached retina. Her husband, Dave, is one tough "hombre" too. I can't understand, but I can gain inspiration and wisdom from her life's example. Watching her see life through the eyes of someone who is relishing in each and every moment with the appreciation that only a cancer fighter can understand. Sally, mother of the Schaetz tribe, has been in the flight of her life with cancer. The memories are priceless, and the moments are as rich as ever. ![]() The Schaetz clan and my own have made this northern migration for over 25 years. I recently returned from an annual family trip to Northern Wisconsin. Obviously these posts would reflect that journey to live inspired. Mostly because that is how I want to live. If you've ever read any of my posts before you know full well that I wear my emotions on my sleeve. Then, when the itch comes on, I start to loosen it up a bit more again. I take the opportunity to put more focus the other endeavors of my life, and the office work of a skier during those months. Again, I stay somewhat active throughout, but I keep it super light. Usually, I hit the wall at the end of the season sometime around middle to end of April. It starts from a long rest and healing process that begins that day I step off the slopes for the season. As would be expected, I have a very unique training system that I have honed throughout my tenured skiing career. I am always somewhat active, but I have to turn it on in a bigger and focused way leading into fall. That sense creates an itch inside me that signals the start of the training regimen to prepare myself for another arduous winter. I am already beginning to feel the transitioning of the seasons. Soon enough the cool crisp morning air will give way to colder storms, and colorful cascading leaves. They all know that I am harmless, and mostly innocent. That is why my wife, Christine, is a saint. They don't have kids, but I did keep Bobby out way too late on a week night. My old friend Bobby Schaetz and his new fiance have a story kind of like that. However, she can take some comfort in knowing it wasn't the first time I had been that guy, and probably won't be the last. I am sure Tomo will have to give me a hard time for it next time I see her. As per usual, I was rolling with the flow, and had to play the role of the wild friend who keeps the new daddy out too late. As I am swimming back to the boat in this picture I was laughing out loud at the surf sensation and the unreal nature of the sunset and the moment. I can't speak for the group or the brand new dad, but for me, the camaraderie, the surf, and the sunset provided relief to any stressor. Catching a wave at sunset with great friends is the kind of experience that cools the nerve endings and centers the soul. ^Daunting new fatherhood, work, deadlines, ski training, or whatever other stressors were milling around this bunch before the first wave quickly melted away with the float.
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