My Apologies...
Boating is...
by boatguy Ed
While scanning thru the ever decreasing
comments in my Blog about the Dead End Canal Yacht Club one
particularly nasty one leaped from the handful. Leaving out all personal info from the
writer except to say that I feel sorry for his obvious incarceration
in whatever institution he is forced to reside. Here goes;
"Don't leave us hanging weeks at a time
and not tell us about developed characters that we've come to like,
love and hate. F.O.", and then he signed it with his twitter handle.
A true numb skull!
I am not going to try to justify my
inaction's with the long list of MAJOR health problems because you all
will face some if not all the things that are trying to kill me
someday! (I will say that the Ebola and the Berry Berry has cleared
up for the time being.)
If you remember back just a few years
maybe you recollect that I was prolific in my weekly column and then
my blog. I never felt that my writing suffered from the change but
the audience for the writing sure did. In the 'Fort Myers Beach Fish
Wrapper Gazettes' my audience was old guys and gals. Despite my best
interest, most of them fell away during the switch to this electronic
medium.
Even after I developed an e-mail alert
system, more and more drifted away except if I saw them out in a bar
or restaurant. I would ask why they didn't get my e-mail and they
would give me old ppls excuses.
So, I assume the complainer is a
younger person, probably under 65 with an e-mail account and I got it
now!
Sure I am a professional Veterans
Affairs patient and therefore I am going or coming back from some
appointment in one of those facilities. It takes up my time but I
have plenty of time left and plenty of subject matter. Now to my
excuse!
My Mother-in-Law lived with us for her
last years and when our dog passed she desired one of her own. A
small dog, easy for her to walk. So we rescued a Puggle puppy.
'Roscoe' was too powerful for her to walk on her best day. We, as a
family knew nothing about small dogs, never had one. Even less about
the experimental breed of combining a Pug and a Beagle.
He was tiny when we got him and
perpetually hungry. We fed him and fed him. Mama fed him the most but
everyone is partly to blame. I must say I disliked small dogs the
most, so naturally he bonded with me.
So, now to the excuse. Whenever I am in
my office, Roscoe lies right in the doorway and snores louder than my
wife. That was a joke because we all know our wives don't snore. To
counteract the melodious tune I am forced to play 'I Heart' oldies
radio which breaks my concentration but if I turn it down my wife
wakes me up to ask, “Aren't you sleeping good at night?” She is
so kind.
There, I hope you are happy Mister
Complainer. That is the truth. I only fell asleep 3 times (that I remember) over the
two days that it took me to write this piece....
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