Downtime for Mikey.
I’ll be by the sea listening to the surf, smoking a cigar, looking at the world through my uber dark sunglasses.
No cares, ‘cept for the cooking of some tasty morsels of the sea for our dinner.
Out of here with my lady, my cigars and my music in tow.
Time to put my toes in the sand for a bit.
Wish you were her . . . (old joke)
Since I began seeing the “Bucket List” meme floating around the net I thought about
several things I’d like to do before I die.
The picture above served as a reminder.
The aurora borealis?
Yeah, I will see them.
Click on the picture above for a full shot of the Northern Lights from outer space.
Get me a chocolate Lab.
Cutest damn puppies I’ve ever seen.
Great dogs, too.
Been years since I had one.
Jobson’s Cove in Bermuda.
I miss the island overall and hope I can get back there very soon.
Just a few idle thoughts during my last day off
before heading back to work tomorrow.
The time off has been somewhat therapeutic.
And my mind is quiet . . . for now.
I’ve been promising my wife that I’d put together a cabinet for the kitchen.
She bought it several weeks ago and everytime I’d walk through the kitchen I swear I could hear “baaaawk, baaaawk . . . “coming from inside the box.
Its purpose was supposedly going to reduce some of the cabinet clutter and organize the pot and “pandemonium” wreaking havoc in the heart of our home.
How hard could it be to put together a small and innocent antique cabinet?
I’m no Norm Abrams, alright? Building things just isn’t my thing (stop laughing, Laho).
I consider myself a reasonably intelligent man but when an inanimate object begins making a monkey out of me, I have a problem.
I should have known better when I spied the little gold oval sticker proudly proclaiming “made in China” on all 76 pieces.
Assembling this hunk of shit (from the directions given) was worse than trying to comprehend quantum physics.
I seriously think the Chinese are out to get us, all of us.
Said directions were a series of “exploded” pictures; no words or explanations, just pictures . . . all 14 of them. Bastards.
Does the term 3-D puzzle of wood mean anything to you?
The cabinet was mainly black and I almost went frickin’ blind trying to screw this thing together. The phone starts ringing, I spill my coffee, I gotta take a crap and one of the cats starts throwing up a hunk of the Styrofoam packing this thing came in and I’m only Step #1.
I only have 13 more to go.
Please shoot me.
Point the gun at my brain stem and mercifully pull the trigger.
End my pain.
I think about throwing the damn directions away but err on the side of caution and instead start talking dirty to the sad looking unassembled pieces still littering the kitchen table. Things start clicking and I’m beginning to enjoy the dirty talk.
By the time I was finished (2 hours later) I look Chinese, well, my eyes do anyway.
Some people really have a talent for this building shit.
I say pay another 20 bucks and let some other choad go Oriental.
I’m an artist, damn it, not Norm Abrams.