Sunday, December 13, 2009

It's been a long time since I did the stroll

I bought one of those moleskin journal books, to record my thoughts on my wedding trip.

I bought a nice pen.

Not too far into the enterprise, it became apparent that a high-functioning, left-handed chimp has better penmanship.

When was the last time you took a pen and wrote several pages of script?

For me, it was probably sometime in 2005, when I was a lawyer in Wisconsin.

I suspect, for the chimp, it was a fine Tuesday in Sri Lanka.

My determination, however, did not waiver.

I steadfastly chronicled our trip to St. Lucia.

We're still sorting it out.

Between my handwriting, all that sunshine, the sheer stress of being a stranger in a strange land, well, I just don't know.

I'll do my best to put something together once it all coalesces.

This was our bathroom. Part of it, anyway.

The pipes in the boogie station bathroom are totally frozen.

The toilet tank is one frozen block of ice.

Fortunately, my smoking hot bride is back in the house to melt that ice.

See you kids later.

I leave you with John Bonham, John Henry Bonham.