G'day all,
Itz thyme to say goodbye to the yot! I need a break from my reality as my demon has returned!
Big Ash iz due in a week and I'm planning to head back to Perth when he returnz. Ash will be up here to trial a 150K power boat with the option 2 buy said vessel.
My current train of thort iz to leave Galleycat behind in the marina and return to Perth for just a few weex of much kneeded R&R.
I need to remember just why I live my life as I do! and every now and then I need a kick up the ass to get my thunking back on board with my reality.
I must explain the opening foto, this iz a "Sturt desert pea" plant, that I found during my morning dog walkz. It grows with zero love, no water, no food just harshest of conditions, but still it manages 2 survive and bloom in such a hostile environment. My kind of plant!
As 4 the title "Deckchairs on the Titanic" is one of Dad's many sayings which basically means filling in thyme while actually achieving nothing at all. This kind of explains my existence at the moment with lots of jobs being done just to keep me sane and pass time. As many of you have noticed, itz a thyme of turmoil aboard. 2B Bi polar iz a difficult thing and takes a certain amount of effort somethymes itz more than I have. As an example itz currently 2am in the morning, I can't sleep (even with my tablets) so I'm changing fuel filters in the port engine room. Some suxcess 1 changed, one refuses to budge.
Here we go again itz 2 dayz later 2.15 in the morning I'm wide awake and have just removed and replaced the troublesome secondary filter in the port engine room, what else would I be doing at 2 am ?
