August 25 2013
Might go for a sail today.
Love Sundays…and Saturdays and Mondays, and Tuesday afternoons. And most of the time, Fridays. Love them because they’re not work times. The rest of the week is. Sort of.
But today’s Sunday.
Lots of boats leaving this morning. Annual wooden boat festival was this
weekend; dozens of meticulously restored
boats with polished brass and white lines (ropes for you non-boaters) all
coiled neatly. Irony is that a lot of
these are old work vessels—tugs, fishing and supply boats. They would never have looked like these
weekend versions; not even when they were new, leaving the ship yard. What was
here this weekend were tarted up fantasies of their rich owners. Kind of ironic that with all the money and
time invested in them they probably couldn’t do the job they were designed
for.
There’s something about this process that pisses me off,
something that is a reflection of what’s happened in western society over the
last…Rant alert!...three
decades. The jobs of the working class,
particularly the blue collar working class, have been shipped around the globe
in search of ever lower wages so that the wealthy can buy the tools they’ve
made idle, and use them as toys.
Bastriches!
Well, so much for a calm Sunday morning. Fuck it, come on boy, let’s go sailing.
Woof.
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