Maybe it's the end of the trip blues. Maybe it's the bottom paint dust that I have been covered in. Maybe it's dehydration. Maybe it's the loneliness.
Here is the final recipe from the galley of the Gremlins Hammer-
Take two kids trying to make it.
Throw in an old boat or three.
Add a rescued formally abused dog.
Toss in a weird job with strange hours.
A dash of this.
A dash of that.
Simmer for seven years.
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As for Johnny Reb (the dog), he is with her. She takes him for walks and spoils him as he deserves. He is starting to show his age though. With a little grey here and there.
As for the boat. I have lost interest. The boat, cruising, the life style, all of it. It is hauled out at a yard in North Carolina awaiting it's future.
As for me. I've always been a little weird. That will never change. I'll still be uncomfortable in group environments. I'll still force myself to tell a joke. I'll still be sweating after spending more than ten minutes with anyone. I have started a new blog mostly for healing, but a little of a journal.
As for this blog. It will be abandoned in place. A term we use at work when it is too costly to remove. Of course I am not talking monetary costly but emotionally costly.
As for the Gremlin. I last saw him when she and I were walking toward our separate cars. He was sad and so am I.