On Cats, Sharks, Table Tops And Murder Ballads

I just saw an interesting statistic, be it true or not. More people are injured or killed by selfie than by shark attack. Everyone believes that! People feel sorry for both the victim and the shark in shark attacks. No one feels for those other people.

So I gets up this morning, have my tea and think "Oh crap, it's blog day!" I grab the camera and scurry about fearing that I will fall back into the abyss of taking cute cat pictures again. If I repeat that, my two followers would quit altogether and be replaced by a bevy of spinsters who have a bevy of cats themselves. 

As with everything I do the tops are not simple. They just look simple. I still have to apply myself and apply another coat of varnish to the galley table edge. I spent $40 on pipe parts and paint. I drilled a scrap piece of aluminum to mount  the top  to the pipe parts. I painted them. The galley has an expensive swing arm to mount it's top.  I still have a way to go to mount the cockpit arm.

Cat inspecting the new boat in the marina. Dammit! I posted the cute cat picture! He's my buddy and a great conversationalist. 

So that's it. Another boring documentation of the inability to accomplish anything. I'm getting good at it.

The Music: Frank Proffitt "Tom Dooley"

I also had to scrounge about for music. Frank Proffitt and his banjo and a crisp recording to boot will suit! What is our fascination with murder ballads? There's a lot of them. They go back hundreds of years. Even contemporary rap artists have them. I'll make no comment on the nature of man. Maybe someone will write one about selfie users.