Otterless summer

No update for a while. Nothing to update, really. I've seen otters only 7 times this month, but only once have I seen one in person. The rest of my sightings have been via the webcam, and the last time I saw an otter on the webcam was a week ago today...

My acceptance of the changes here has not brought me closer to any kind of consolation or resolution. Quite the contrary, my sadness and feeling of emptiness are increasing day-by-otterless-day. I feel lost. There's no center to my life anymore. That pier was my church where I went daily for personal edification and spiritual renewal, and those otters were my teachers, but my church is empty now. Attendance has become a meaningless ritual. I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to justify going there at all.

I feel pretty much the same about updating this journal. All I'm doing is depressing its readers, and I don't want to keep doing that. Best to just go silent, I think. All of the happy times are in the past. The present and future here hold nothing worthwhile for anyone anymore.

 

Peoples

Another sad thing about this summer: no one seems to notice or care that the otter family is gone. If they take notice of anything, they see the harbor seals or sea lions in the bay and say, "Look, Honey, there's the otters!" "Oh, yes! Aren't they ky000t?!" They don't even know what they're looking at. People are so ignorant. I've seen groups of these fools stare at a patch of kelp in raptured awe thinking all the time that they are looking at floating sea otters, when all they're seeing is seaweed. Honestly, humans are dumb as dung sometimes.