In English: One more time. There’s no fool like an old fool. I am ninteen years old but trapped in a seventy-four old body. I’ve heard it said that “If I knew I’d live this long I would have taken better care of myself.” Fred Kneivel doesn’t have much of a ring to it but the gods know I’ve tried. Crash boom bang, Still I tick. A video series I watch begins with the words “Another day, another opportunity.” What can we get into today?
So here I sit. The sun broke the horizon at 07:14. I’ve pulled the curtain so I am not blinded by the light. My neighbour suggested I prune his cherry tree so I could better see the bay. My buddy was up a ladder with a chainsaw a year and ended up in hospital. I kept that in mind, lecturing myself that a turning saw chain knows no difference between wood and meat. Having survived that ordeal. Now this used-to-be-a-logger sits at his desk savouring the sight of boats heading out at dawn over a base of cherry blooms further down the hill. Aren’t people odd? It is forecast to pour rain tomorrow so it is seize the moment time.
There’s plenty to do. A house and yard to look after, especially in spring. Then there is a truck and trailer that always need something. For the moment there is no boat but there is a new used motorcyle. Yep here I go again. I had a beautiful little Honda, a wee bike designed for putting around the back country. For a Rubenesque old raider with a gimpy leg the bike proved a little too wee and reluctantly I sold it. Now I have a Yamahopper, probably a bit more than I need but I’m the nut that holds the throttle. I’ll try to remember to take my prudence pills. I do like to try big things with tiny units, boats, airplanes, motorcycles, finances.
Tomorrow is the first day of April, the year is one quarter gone. Spring plods along, cold and grudging. I sit at my desk, looking out, cold and grudging. While walking the dogs a few days ago, we took a back route where I slipped and landed with my hip on a sharp rock. I lay on the ground as the pain washed over me. Thinking the worst I knew a broken hip is a harbinger of advanced old age. And he’s going to zoom off on a motorbike? Well all is well, it is a pain in the ass but use it or loose it. The parts the bike needs finally arrived today. Hopefully I can swing a leg over the contraption and then keep myself from falling on my door knob.
So here I sit on April Fool’s day watching clouds scud along the ridge across the bay. The forecast is for rain. I have finally received my long-awaited motorcycle parts. Once I can ride what can hold me back? Well next to arrive, today, is a metal gazebo from China. It needs to be assembled. Oh bueno! That’ll get me through the weekend. I don’t really want to drag my trailer into the woods to drink beer while sitting around a smokey fire as some dufus in a brown shirt tells what me what I can’t do.
Half a gazebo arrived ten days ago, it was a hundred pound box. The rest of the order did not show up so now, hopefully, we’re receiving a whole order. Wanna buy half a gazebo?
“A good thing about becoming old and forgetful is that you can hide your own Easter eggs!” …moi