I drift some more in the midst of the shipping lanes, cargo vessels and passenger ships passing so close their wakes threaten to upset my little raft.
I will soon release my bodyguard from his employ, as I think I will have amnesty granted to me by the ruling Junta of the Island. They of course have not granted me new citizenship but I'm not sure.I would take it if it was offered.
The doctors continue to suggest there may be medical problems as yet un-manifested, so I keep away from any vessels that try to hail me, and I fight the urge to try and stow away and flee my little raft.
So I continue to drift and listen to the short-wave radio.
1) New vacuum cleaner that CR may be able to help with - Soon 2) New bike - August 3) Big grocery purchase - September 4) New hot water tank - October 5) Christmas presents - November
And I have a bit more debt than I thought so that may have to be it for now.
I'm feeling pointy, vaguely like a porcupine. It's a kind of 'kick the door down and shout obscenities' sort of a mood, so it's best to blog, methinks.
The problem with this is the effect is has on me physically. It's hard to concentrate, it's hard to breathe, and nothing fits right from my skin to my coat.
The frustrations are piling up a bit, and there's no release or pressure valve at this point available to me (as I'm out of building supplies, can't smoke until Sunday and can't drink 'til after the birthday party).
WARNING> WHINGING AHEAD
I'm also cleaning the damn house, including mopping and vacuuming. Thank goodness for the The Boy's work ethic or I swear, with turnip in hand, I would burn the place down.
What is happening these days? As I sit on my little raft in the middle of the ocean? Well, the bodyguard is keeping track of my safety and ensuring my safety. There have been no threats on my life, and no attacks on my people, but I appreciate the guard nonetheless. It seems that I may not require it, but it only takes one bullet... so I have a bodyguard.
The Harbour Authorities still have not allowed me to land again, and I fear there may be a sort of quarantine period established in case I've picked up any rare tropical diseases.
It's really dull to drift around in a raft in the middle of the ocean, but I guess if I introduced some kind of bubonic plague to a hitehr-to unspoiled island I'd feel really bad.
I Tore, I hackt, abolish`d, said and did, More than knight-errant else on earth hath done: I, dexterous, valiant, and so stout beside, Have thousand wrongs reveng`d, millions undone. I have done acts that my fame eternise, In love I courteous and so peerless was: Giants, as if but dwarfs, I did despise; And yet no time of love - plaints I let pass. I have held fortune prostrate at my feet, And by my wit seiz`d on Occasion`s top, Whose wandering steps I led where I thought meet; And though beyond the moon my soaring hope Did crown my hap with all felicity, Yet, great Quixote, do I still envy thee. - Cervantes
On the bank of the Tennessee River In a small Kentucky town I drew my first breath one cold November morning And before my feet even touched the ground With the doctors and the nurses gathered 'round I started to dance I started to dance A little boy full of wide-eyed wonder Footloose and fancy free But it would happen as it does for every dancer That I'd stumble on a truth I couldn't see And find a longing deep inside of me, it said... I am the heart, I need the heartbeat I am the eyes, I need the sight I realize that I am just a body I need the life I move my feet I go through the motions But who'll give purpose to chance I am the dancer I need the Lord of the dance The world beneath us spins in circles And this life makes us twist and turn and sway But we were made for more than rhythm with no reason By the one who moves with passion and with grace As He dances over all that He has made I am the heart, He is the heartbeat I am the eyes, He is the sight And I see clearly, I am just a body He is the life I move my feet, I go through the motions But He gives purpose to chance I am the dancer He is the Lord of the dance Lord of the dance Lord of the dance And while the music of His love and mercy play I will fall down on my knees and I will pray I am the heart, You are the heartbeat I am the eyes, You are the sight And I see clearly, I am just a body You are the life I move my feet, I go through the motions But You give purpose to chance I am the dancer You are the Lord of the dance I am the dancer You are the Lord of the dance
I needed a place to write this down less public than facebook:
Things to buy: Vacuum Cleaner (400-800) that will pick up pet hair Table Saw (250) for making arts'n'crafts trim Truck (5000) for buying cat food and building supplies
So if I have 1350 a month disposable, but 10K in debt after buying the truck, I can put 300 into bills (1050), 300 aside for The Boy (750) then 500 a month onto the debt which is 20 months (not including little bonii here and there)... Hmmm... that's not going to work.
If I can keep the bills down to $200 (1150), set aside 250 for TB (900), put 700 a month onto the debt (200)... let's see... 10,000/700 is 100/7 is 15 months...
That's better...
If I focus on the credit card first, then on the LOC, I can keep the cost of maintenance down very low.
So I need a chequing account for me, a savings account for TB, a savings account for The Moneypit... and that should do it.
INTERMISSION
Well DUH... after laying this out to someone else, I have figured out that buying the truck will have to wait 'til next year. POO
