It was another roasty, toasty day outdoors, The kind that make me wish when I'd had more money many years ago, I'd sprung for a little boat to paddle about the coves in to escape to the coolest place. It's not particularly quiet on the water these days. This place is crowded with craft, n the motor-cycles of the sea, loud jet-ski s are all over now.
I'll never forget the half a year I spent restoring a v-hull boat, patching fiberglass, painting, remaking wood seats, redoing the steering n gear cable systems, n the motor, all because that boss said it was mine n I could have it. One day tho, I discovered he sold my boat, n I didn't get a penny for it, because he couldn't refuse the offer he got. That's when I decided to stop wasting my time helping him. I really wanted that boat, n he dissappointed me.
Then there was the other reason, that when guys came over to do work, they would get more money than me, tho I knew what to tell them to do n they had no clue, plus they didn't put any tools back where they went (4 benches) n I had to pick it up. I don't take that crumby treatment well at all-
Of course now I don't have time or access to the tools needed to do that work, n still crave the boat. Too bad there's always some other more pressing issue keeping me from that dream. Someday...
Time for ice cream!