A Boomer Halloween
Okay, so it’s Halloween. Am I excited? I’m not getting up for this holiday. The world is going crazy all around me. I’m just happy to be hiding out here on the docks…
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Okay, so it’s Halloween. Am I excited? I’m not getting up for this holiday. The world is going crazy all around me. I’m just happy to be hiding out here on the docks…
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I come awake this morning to bad news. The rain is coming. Next week possibly. Scruffy’s deck sealing project has lingered for months, while I dick around, making a blog, writing a novel, wasting my time with projects that wont help me keep the rain away. Forget the nuclear waste. I need to save the wood on this boat. But first order of business. I gotta feed the little bastard. Ivan the Terrible. Maybe he could use a burger. Maybe…
I’m trying to get a handle on my Scruffy project. The rear deck I’m recaulking, etc., etc…I mean, I gotta tell you, it’s a tough job and I really should hire Edwardo to handle it since he’s the dock expert. He makes his living down here working on boats. He’s only thirty five bucks an hour. (He kind of charges less because he’s undocumented, okay?) The real dude (documented) charges 125 bucks an hour. That makes Edwardo the real dude….
The Gloomer, in his struggle to grasp the meaning Of life, consults a spiritual therapist.
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Welcome to Hanford, Washington.
Stop by for another visit in 250,000 years!
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People are living in tents, cars, RVs, and boats. People crash on BART. They get on and ride back and forth all night long…until dawn breaks and they get off somewhere.
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Wherein the Gloomer thinks about the hereafter and the meaning of life…
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People drink more during Hard Times. Especially older people. Baby Boomers. Life sucks. So you drink. That’s why I drink. Or maybe not. I drink because I’m a Wino.
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Scruffy’s a fiberglass boat. The hull is real thick fiberglass. That’s good news. That means unless a thru hull fails, Scruffy will still be floating when Zombies roam a radiated world. The bad news: all the decks are teak wood screwed into a layer of fiberglass. The glue and caulk gets old and cracked and before you know it, the damned boat leaks like a sieve. This deck above my bed leaks. All the decks leak. Winter is right around…
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