Marina

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.

 There's this one really loud guy who lands at the ramp nearby on week-ends, I can hear him from here barking orders at some poor boat slave person like they're dirt. If he spoke to me like that I'd be squirting him in the ear... Even the neighbors were seen rolling their eyes at the dudes audacity. 

 Here's pics of the little marina right down the street. There are certainly some beautiful vessels parked there. I wonder who owns the large, speedy Ciggarrette boat with the red cover. The guy I used to work for repairing outboards used to own this place way back before I moved to this part of town.

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!