The rains slow me down. It's OK, I really need breaks. With the rain comes the rebirth of life, like mosquitoes. I had not seen many bugs for months. I currently have a few spiders hanging about. I did relocate a couple of misguided baby toads to greener pastures. It's tough to make a living on concrete, both me and the toads.
So here it is. Maybe my sub subconscious was just waiting for it to be October. It seems that a lot of major events in my life happened in October. I ditched the kids for a week one October and helped remove the siding from an old timber framed Ohio barn. A year later I had my own timber frame workshop and raised the frame in October. A year (or was it two) later we moved in around October. I got married in October. No, wait, that was April. Close enough. Hey, I'm creating a legend here allow me some artistic license. Maybe it was the divorce?? Now I will enhance the myth that I have created by this Octobular event, the launch. I hope...... If I don't launch, I'll eat lunch and document that. Pictures of lunch seems to be what passes for creativity nowadays.
It seems that most of you read this on a mobile telephone device. Oh golly, not only am I participating in the downfall of good taste of two people, but also their eyesight. Do I have to use a smaller font to fit on those things? What about those stupid hip techno savvy wristwatch things? Is the font tiny or do you read one letter at a time?
Another week of frustrations piled high and deep, my PHD in boat building. So, off we go.