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Tuesday, 23 October 2007 22:50 |
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Well Folks, Its time to pack it up, and roll out on another hitch. I got that feeling in my stomach that I always have when its time to go. You know how it is- half of you wishes that you didn't have to go, 'maybe I should have gone to school to do one of them 9 to 5 jobs, so I could be home more'and all that. But the other side, maybe it aint even a half, it might be more of a quarter or a fifth, can't wait to go. Out on that water, there's a lot of shit you can't put your hands on when you want to. The little things, your favorite drink maybe, a candy bar you didn't bring with you, or even your kids, wife, or your dog. But at the same time, there's the things you dont HAVE to put up with. Screaming kids, wife, dog wanting out all the damn time. Trash day. Cutting the grass. Inlaws dropping by at all hours. Washing the car, or worse, her car. Cleaning the carpet. Putting up shelves or moving the furniture around, or any of the 10,000 things she dreams up when you out there floating. You just have to do your job, and see about you. You make them calls home when you get a minute, and sometimes the noise is so loud from the house that you hang up and just laugh. You know you should be there, but damn. Sometimes, im glad I aint. Then, other times you want to be there so bad it makes you hurt. I guess the most important thing aint how you feel when your packing up to get on that boat. It's how you feel when your packing up to come back home. You know what Im saying? Ballah- |
