I'm Just Sayin'

There was something really obviously different about the passengers on the cruise ships today. I was noticing, but I wasn't sure others noticed. It took an older handsome woman to comment to me about the abundance of young women coming on board. Gone were the old people, the strollers, the toddlers, husbands and wives and club groups with matching shirts. It was like a switch was flipped and this whole new walk of life showed up and took every one's place.








I wouldn't even mention this if it weren't so obviously apparent and unusual, but I'm just sayin'.








I waited until Mel left and shot a quick iPhone photo of his back yard project. It looks like a chin-up bar and gymnast rings (although I remember the rings to be round in gym class). I haven't seen him actually use it yet and that should be interesting, especially the rings. He's a real big guy and I am wondering if he's gonna do tricks and spin around and stuff. UPDATE: Just talked to Mel. Turns out one day last week when he was installing the cross beam, the ladder fell out from under him and he crashed to the ground. The top beam fell on his face and he tried to block it with his arm. He sustained a pretty deep cut in his arm, got a black eye and a broken nose. In the photo the perspective is misleading. The chin up bar is really high up. Mel's 6'5 and has to jump to reach the bar. It kind of reminds me of the rigs that were in Western Cowboy movies where they would hang people.







I have endeavoured in projects that would make others say, "why bother." I have spent a lot of time restoring stuff for instance. And I often don't do things that need to be done like my taxes (because I always have to pay). If a particular project turns me off mentally, I avoid it. I know it would be wonderful finished, but I don't want to start. Conversely, if I am really into a project I can't stop thinking about it and never want to take a break or go to work. When the Falcon was being restored, I thought about it all the time and going to work was keeping me from my task, that's how I saw it. When I retired from job #1, I worked on the Falcon non-stop. It was awesome.




I don't know how many 100's of hours I used up, but it was worth it to me. And no, I can't recover the invested cost, not now anyway. Maybe if Muscle cars skyrocket again like they did in 2004.

Pictured: 1965 Ford Falcon still in the stages of reassembly (no front grill, chrome, bumper etc.).

The Day of Sunday

Seems like this might be fun jotting down a couple ideas and thoughts that pop into my head. So this is day one of the blogging. It's unlike the Facebook thing because it's just me uncluttered and unplugged. And it gets me back on the laptop and not on the iPhone.

Ok, the weekend wasn't very eventful at all, my fault, I didn't want to do anything. Had Amy and her sisters over for dinner on Friday night. Amy actually drank wine, albeit really sweet wine, it was wine nonetheless. They left kind of early since they were leaving for a Cruise to Mexico the next morning. I started to clean up when they left and realized that my dishwasher would never end it's cycle. 3 hours later it was still running with one minute remaining on the timer. Still don't know about that. So I had to wash all the cooking stuff and dishes the old fashioned way, it stunk. Took me about an hour.

I took the sisters to the Port for their vacation Saturday morning. I watched the ship leave on the Port's webcam then take off for the sea on another webcam in Cocoa Beach. Think it was http://www.twopalms.com/ another cool webcam is http://www.sunrisemarina.com/ also http://www.portcanaveral.com/ and click on webcam to the left of the page. It's real time, you can see the ships come and go. They start leaving around 4 PM or so up until 5 PM on most days.

Sunday I was lazy. I should have cut the lawn. Basically that means riding around on the lawn mower, I guess I could still do it. Right now though, I am writing this and watching my neighbor build a gymnast ring contraption in his back yard. It's about 14' tall and 10' wide. He's in his 60's about 6'5" so I don't fully get his plan. He's rather large and doesn't really fit the gymnast profile. It's a little odd watching him building this thing for the past 2 weeks. It's like he's obsessed and driven by some kind of force like Richard Dreyfus in Close Encounters. When he's not there, I will snap a photo of it. I just don't want to explain why I want a photo of his contraption to him.

Lastly, as usual, Free and Sam are playing. Sam stole a tiny tennis ball from Amy's house and brought it home. So now they are both playing with it, whatever... I want to set up a camera from my laptop so I can see what Sam and Free do all day when I am at work. I bet they just lay around sleeping. I have to find someone to cook for this week, or maybe I will just skip a week. We'll see.