I ain't got no angst. I gots no worries. Hell, we're gonna launch. An unfamiliar boat, wide as a freight car with motors that need a shakedown piloted by an unfamiliar idiot skipper in unfamiliar waters is about to become a reality. What could possibly go wrong? I have no clue about what I owe the yard. I am in ignorant bliss and want to stay that way. When the time comes, I will just cover my ears, say "lalalalalalalala" and hand over the credit card. I ain't got no angst. Phyllis (you remember Phyllis, don't you?) reassured me a couple weeks ago that everything was OK. I gave her the down payment April 6th, Its February 23rd. She may have to row out to me if I decide to anchor out. I gots no worries. The launch looms. I have to rig the running rigging. I have to stow everything. I must muster and master bravado, machismo, and remain cavalier in attitude. I must exude testicular bravado. I must swagger. I ain't got no angst! Perhaps a pencil thin mustache would bolster the image. Naw, I learned a long time ago that I can only be me: Introspective, semi-misanthrope, independent, and strongest when I stand alone. Whoah, dat deep! I ain't got no angst. I gots no worries..........
I will live my life. I will move upon this floating platform and float. I have adventures awaiting. I have vast plans half thought through (half vast). Everyone asks Where are you going. I truthfully reply "I dunno. This doesn't sound like a proper answer but it's the only one I have.
It's Mardi Gras time. I went down and watch the wildlife and collected trinkets thrown at me from trailers. I threw them back. Cheap crap!
I will live my life. I will move upon this floating platform and float. I have adventures awaiting. I have vast plans half thought through (half vast). Everyone asks Where are you going. I truthfully reply "I dunno. This doesn't sound like a proper answer but it's the only one I have.
It's Mardi Gras time. I went down and watch the wildlife and collected trinkets thrown at me from trailers. I threw them back. Cheap crap!
Down there. The starboard forward cabin. The catch-all compartment that, for now, is where everything goes, l will make it a future project to organize it. Now, it is where I am cramming everything.
Like that half sheet of 12 mm plywood. I cut it into four smaller pieces to put somewhere. It still don't fit.
And that sheet of polycarbonite for window material.
And that's it for the week. Car repair, fog, tax time and drizzle all contributed to the lack of production. I am becoming impatient. My zen state is morphing into a fugue state. Time to shed the real estate.
And that's it for the week. Car repair, fog, tax time and drizzle all contributed to the lack of production. I am becoming impatient. My zen state is morphing into a fugue state. Time to shed the real estate.
The Music♪: Austin Plaine "Hard Days"
Nothin' out of somethin'.
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