A trick I use to help me fall asleep is to plan a trip to a happy place. I visualize packing my car, or truck, or motorcycle, or canoe, or DeHavilland DHC3 Beaver. Protip: don’t google ‘beaver’ at work.
Soon i can see the blinding kaleidoscopes playing in the small waves, and feel the sun massaging my parched winterface. Congratulations, sleepyhead. There is a problem with this method. The rude awakening. Unfortunately, you usually don’t wake up in such a happy place. So there I was, showing off the canoe to the wife and kids, when a crowd of giggling teenagers showed up. Except it wasn’t teenagers, it was coyotes. Rude awakening.
So i storm outside to the back porch. And yell. Loud. Again. They’re too busy cackling away to hear me it seems. I wait for a lull in their conversation to wedge in another yell.
I take another step forward, and the frosty deck under my bare feet makes a barely noticeable cracking noise; similar to a small branch or large twig that snaps under the weight of a two-footed, non-furry creature the coyotes coward away from. Anywho, they shut right up, all of them, at once. They’re kinda primitive, and creepy.
So i storm outside to the back porch. And yell. Loud. Again. They’re too busy cackling away to hear me it seems. I wait for a lull in their conversation to wedge in another yell.
I take another step forward, and the frosty deck under my bare feet makes a barely noticeable cracking noise; similar to a small branch or large twig that snaps under the weight of a two-footed, non-furry creature the coyotes coward away from. Anywho, they shut right up, all of them, at once. They’re kinda primitive, and creepy.
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