It’s late. Just got off a night shift about stem cells and I gotta get up early to set up the halls for another mega-doctor/pharmaceutical/boring conference, working Sunday aswell, haven’t been paid “this year”, yada yada …crap. Instead of watching a few boat-porn youtubes or catching up on following blogs, commenting, keeping the dream alive, I’m writing this shit. Movie quotes run through my mind. Eg from Al Pachino Dog Day’s Afternoon “I’m dying here”, or J. Depp from Rum Diary “…just when I was doing so good…” . It’s all getting to me. Here some blues…
I even mentioned selling Zoot Allures to Mom, but she convinced me that was a dumb idea cause it’s the only thing which has been giving me joy the past couple of years. So what is it? I dunno. The purpose is “freedom”. I could easily become “the fool on the hill” any day, but I’m starting to realize it’ll be a bit boring up there alone. Don’t get me wrong. I fully acknowledge I have a good amount of friends and family who care alot for me (even though they don’t read my blog). It was my 54th b-day last Tuesday. I split work early and head downtown to my buddy “Percules” and waited for him to finish up his business and to a have a drink before going to Mom a Sis for an incognito celebration. Mom outdid herself again and invited some great old friends and we had a great mini-party. Good times! But 2day it all just caught up with me again… like stuck in a rut… not knowing what I’m trying to prove… and to who. What I really need right now is a fucking “joint” “spliph”, a nice “fatty”, and go to bed!
But… since I’m “high and dry” (and not the way I’d like to be), here a few highlights from last weekend. No real “high” lights… all I did was clean and de-winterize Zoot Allures. A big bag of laundry (fleece blankets, sheet etc), the v-berth and head thoroughly, and under and over the floors in the main cabin plus the dinette storage spaces. Here’s a pic from my Robertson autopilot which lives under the settee
I’ll betcha it’s bigger than yours! It leaks a bit, but a half a liter of ATF in 2 years is acceptable before an overhaul which is un-conceivable at the present state of mind. Plus I did a little Micky mouse repair job to the injured bulwark caprail whachamacllit (my lingo is still hibernating). My back kept me from doing more. The Dutch couple had their annual pizza party at Kostas house. That’s alotta “D’oh!”
Good pizza. Couldn’t keep baby George off of it! Naturally I supplied nice cold beers which went unnoticed cause every one was drinking wine and sangria, but this is how Zoot Allures is getting down now that it’s nice and sunny and the PV panels are once again cranking 6 amps
tuned AWAY. (I’ve become a whining baby)
ps… supposingly launching in a couple of weeks but working weekends plus having to vote (again) for mayors and Euro-elections is really getting in the way. Plus a void feeling has taken the fun out of it.
pss… here’s the Depp-Rum Diary quote that’s been plaguing me. It says it all. And she’s not from Connecticut!