Sunk

My boat went under over the weekend. The cover that was tied to it, apparently, didn't do the job. It slowly filled with rain then sunk while it was still tied to the dock. Thankfully, I have wonderful neighbours who proceeded to not only bail the boat, but also get it put safely onto dry land. I owe them a large debt, and hope I have the chance to pay them back at some point.

The weekend was a lot of fun. I went to Andrea's place for Thanksgiving, and ate way too much pumpkin pie.

Still no word in the great job-hunt, but I think I can wait a few more months before things get critical. I had an epiphany the other day, when people were talking about what they would do if they were retired, and they didn't have to work for money. I realized that I would probably do exactly what I'm doing right now. I would work for a few days during the week, then spend the rest of my time at the cottage, relaxing and working on projects that I want to see through out of personal interest.

The only problem is that there's no way I could handle a mortgage and a family with the kind of money I'm earning these days. So, who knows? Perhaps I do the whole "career and family" thing only to end up right back where I started. There's something fitting about that, I think.

I'd like to finish this post off with something witty and insightful. Instead, I'm going to point you towards a story about a smoking chimpanzee.