Chantey

Hello Toe,
Feeling better than I did when I last posted. I think house-buying is making me stressed in ways I wouldn't have expected. That, and aging.

I am starting to realize that I write pretty vaguely on this blog. I think I just don't like revealing myself in a public forum. I know that you are probably the only person I know who will read this, but I can't help but want to hide behind imprecise and undetailed descriptions of my feelings, my town, etc. I hope that what I write doesn't read that badly--my goal is to be descriptive without giving away locating details or thoughts that, should the wrong person read them, will come back to haunt me. Why am I so paranoid?

Went to the coffee-dispensing barnacle this morning. I wanted to tip the barrista twice today because the other day I didn't leave a tip at all. Unfortunately, he didn't have change for my fiver, so he let me have coffee without paying and without leaving a tip. Tomorrow I have to pay him twice and tip him three times.

(I almost wrote "tip him thrice," but realized that this word choice would reveal me for the Lord-of-the-Rings, Renaissance-poetry major that I am.)

The photo at the top represents me coming into harbor. I am towing my boat, singing chanties. "Once I had a woman, but, damn her, she had me thrice/There ain't no sense in paying once, if you have to pay her twice...."

Anyway, what's up with you?
E-word