And a thankya to Ken for the comment. He's mad at me because I'm sitting on my butt and not sailing. I'm trying to get sailing. I built the sheets. I am working on the depth finder arm so I can know when I'm in trouble. Usually that's when I step onto the boat. I have yet to run the traveller, rig the gaffs, make a small correction on the sails and throw caution to the wind. I first have to round up my bikini clad girlfriend. You know, the skinny one that cries in the videos for empathy and pathos. Then there's the angst and trepidation. They make beer for that.
We are social beings, pack animals, like wolves. Together, we are greater than the individual, yet the individual longs for escape. We fight against the desire to be with the tribe as we long to be be whatever passes for being free in our feeble minds..
I write better with an IPA or two in me. Something releases the inhibitions of social convention and allows the id to peek out and shake up the organized convention we call normality.
I fell this week. Someday I'll learn to put down the two cans of paint and brush down as I exit the boat for the terra firma. Everyone here has done it. It is easy to relax your vigilance and assume you can do something that should be second nature but actually isn't. I have been limping for four days.
The local fisherfolk have been unproductive of late so Cat T Cat has turned his attention to pigeons. Folks call him feral, but they don't know what feral is. Cat is free to come and go and loves to be close to me. I'll drive away and he will watch me leave. When I return, he is sitting, waiting for me. One person who left this week said "don't be surprised if Cat disappears when we leave" I said "get in line, five people have told me that".
So, I'm sorry Ken........................................
We are social beings, pack animals, like wolves. Together, we are greater than the individual, yet the individual longs for escape. We fight against the desire to be with the tribe as we long to be be whatever passes for being free in our feeble minds..
I write better with an IPA or two in me. Something releases the inhibitions of social convention and allows the id to peek out and shake up the organized convention we call normality.
I fell this week. Someday I'll learn to put down the two cans of paint and brush down as I exit the boat for the terra firma. Everyone here has done it. It is easy to relax your vigilance and assume you can do something that should be second nature but actually isn't. I have been limping for four days.
The local fisherfolk have been unproductive of late so Cat T Cat has turned his attention to pigeons. Folks call him feral, but they don't know what feral is. Cat is free to come and go and loves to be close to me. I'll drive away and he will watch me leave. When I return, he is sitting, waiting for me. One person who left this week said "don't be surprised if Cat disappears when we leave" I said "get in line, five people have told me that".
So, I'm sorry Ken........................................
The Music♪: Tony Allen "Crazy Afrobeat"
He passed this week.............Thanks for the music.
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