Enjoyment, amusement, or lighthearted pleasure: “anyone who turns up can join in the fun”.
You know, when it comes to new blog posts, sometimes I can get caught up in the, “All we’ve been doing is sitting on the dock and working on the boat, what is there to write about” frame of mind. I over-analyze topics and question the entertainment value that such posts will hold. Do I really want to write about rebuilding the steering pedestal? NO! I don’t… I want to write about the huge iguana we saw on our dock. I wanna write about the screaming wild parrots that fly over the boat every night. The huge angel fish we see feeding on the algae cover pilings. Sometimes I don’t care if its a “sponsor-worthy” post. I don’t care that it has some passages that are awkward and not punctuated correctly. Frankly, I’m not punctuated correctly so why should my paragraphs be?
Cryptic and meandering is good sometimes. And sometimes… I have to remind myself to have FUN. To open my eyes, gaze up at the swaying palm fronds, stretch and be grateful for such a freaked out, weird existence we’ve created here. Sometimes I must remind myself that the laundry can be done tomorrow. The sneaky little puddle of salt water in the bilge? Screw it. We’re not going off-shore today or tomorrow. It can wait. Melody works so hard all-day-long on that stinking computer and deals with impatient sales-people on a regular basis. She won’t ever take a day off… I understand completely because I’m cut from the same cloth. Work, work, work… But sometimes, like right now~ We have to remember that this… is. Fun. If you’re on a boat, in a condo, apartment, home or high-rise, take a moment to look out the window. If you don’t have a window, find a window… better yet, a balcony. If its raining, so what, go outside… go outside and look around for just a minute and remind yourself to have fun. Time is passing at break-neck speed. Don’t get run down. Pull over to the shoulder of the road and let the crazy rat-race speed right past. Then put your existential flashers on and pull slowly out onto life’s highway and cruise. This is fun damn-it!
There is a beach one mile away from us. It’s almost 3:00 pm on a Monday. The sun is glaring and the sky is blazing azure. I think… and I could be wrong but, I might be able to talk Mel into putting on some shorts, running shoes and jogging to the beach for an afternoon swim. Then, we’ll run back to the boat, cook a lovely dinner and watch the tide flow in. Sounds like fun, right?