Today very much reminded me of long passages at sea. Say, like heading out across the Gulf of Alaska. Stay inside and putter around, looking out at the rain, occaisionally don some raingear to go out and check things, lash stuff down or whatnot. I went out to empty the bellies of water in tarps covering boats and just got those flashbacks. Inside a welcome steaming stew and hot cocoa set me into an overwhelming emotional thankful state. It's a hell of a lot nicer on land. Days like this, spent alone, reminiscing, kind of choke me up. Some people have war flashbacks. The most violent my life had ever been was four years of commercial fishing. Strange, but some of the best times I ever had was then too. Still glad I did it. When I'm old and drooling on myself those will probably be the memories I retreat to. If I get old. Yesterday I climbed up on the roof to rip away some dead vines that grew around the chimney this summer. I jumped off the roof when I finished and hurt my knee when I landed. Guess I'm no longer in my prime. Live and learn.
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I bet you say that to all the girls
Cheered me up anyhow
I'm going to be buliding a treehouse at some point... fully functioning with power and stuff run up into it. Any ideas?