Well here I am in front of the puter and I find myself doing nothing again. I may look for some reference material for a little bit but I doubt it turns into any real effort. It’ll take total necessity or huge inspiration to get me going this evening. I wonder if I’m part bear. This time of year all I want to do is take it easy and sleep as much as I can. Still I’m coming up short.
I told Debra the other night we need to have an adventure. Maybe go be a pirate or something. Not the modern kind of course but the Johnny Depp kind. Out of the question I suspect. I don’t know the first thing about swordsmanship, I seriously doubt my hair would be waxin flaxin after not having been washed for weeks and every attempt I’ve made at a mustache winds up looking like any square inch taken off the hiney of a possum. Scraggy. Too, I drank so much rum when I was younger (way) I still today can’t stomach the smell of an empty bottle. Sand rubs me the wrong way, if you know what I mean, and the ladies would be hanging out with tougher swashbucklers than yours truly.
I’m thinking though there ought to be some kind of adventure out there for guys like me. Something like traveling across Australia in a wheel chair. Playing with snakes is something I’ve considered but I’ve kinda out grown that. Here’s one! I’ll be an artist! Now there’s something that’s adventurous. It’ll get me outdoors and off to all sorts of exotic places. I can make bold choices. I’ll be free to say whatever I feel like saying as I’ve plenty of experience at brushworkmanship to back it up. (and I don’t need a mustache)
Tomorrow. I’m in dry dock today. 🙂