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I pull the contents from my pocket, two crisp dollar bills, twenty some odd cents a piece of Pocket lint and a button.  I’m not sure where the button came from but certainly it’s a sign from the gods.  A windfall of cash came my way this week proving that not only can writers make money but sometimes they can make good money.  Like the sands of time through an hourglass it’s all slipped through my fingers…

The glass half empty crowd will see this as a foolish expenditure of resources but the glass half full type like me, well; I feel like the richest man in Babylon. I think I have enough food on the boat to last till the end of September, my new windvane parts are in the mail or at least being lovingly packaged and all my ducks are almost in a row.  If I can complete the whole boom gallows I’ll actually be able to have a sun and rain awning under sail. I’m not a fan of not seeing my main but there are times when you just need protection.  I still dream about a Iverson Dodger but today it’s only a dream.

For the life of me I can’t figure out how I’m still alive having been more or less unemployed for the better part of the last 14 years but it’s been more of a dream than a nightmare as far as I’m concerned. I’m beginning to think this writing and photography hobby of mine might have a future in it for me.  It’s not that I think I’m a better writer or photographer than anybody but being there is 90% of the battle and I’m living on the front lines.  I’m sure there are a thousand better ways to do it but I found diving in headfirst worked best for me.  I have so much more to write about but an email from a old friend just popped through and…

“Every dream has a process and a price tag. Those who embrace the process and pay the price, live the dream. Those who don’t, just dream.” Unknown