Adventure Us 2

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Sweating to the oldies.

I've started stripping the teak on Adventure Us 2. Actually, I started last fall but life somehow got in the way for a while. With spring in the air, and higher temperatures on the way, I think it's best to get back in the groove or I'll be sweating to the oldies all summer. I haven't decided for certain how I will finish it once I get all the old varnish off, but I have some ideas and time to decide. I know I don't want to do this again any time soon so whatever I select will have to be durable.

Janet Lee is looking marvelous today, as usual. I think it's time to spin her around the hardwood. "Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul, it's Friday night, let the good times roll, hot grease and zydeco."

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We are a couple of fifty throughs; through raising kids, through climbing ladders, through competing for yard of the month, and through with fifty. We both are looking forward to ditching our phones and exchanging cocktail hour at the pool for sunsets in greener pastures... I mean exotic locations. Our plan is to sell everything, including the kitchen sink, (although JL is trying to figure out a way to save her cowboy boot collection) buy a boat, make sure it floats and sail off into the sunset.
Currently we are on terra firma, cleaning out the attics in two houses, but we are committed (some will say we should be committed) to achieving our plan. This blog is meant to chronicle the progress we make toward achieving our grand halllucination, and who knows, it might just outrage... uh ... inspire other people to give up and surrender to their mid life crisis before the democrats figure out a way to collect a tax on every man's dream.

How we met

His version:
I picked Janet Lee out of a police lineup. She was accused of ripping some guy's heart out and eating it while she whistled Dixie. I thought WOW, finally a real southern belle, any woman that can whistle with her mouth full has got to be from the South. Needless to say I told the cops they had the wrong hooker... uh ... I mean girl. We met a month later and the TWO of US started our ADVENTURE by sealing the deal in the back seat of my car.
If you ask her how we met she will probably say she found me throwing up in the bushes behind an all night sports bar, but it's not true. It was a strip club. Oh yea, and she is not really from the south, she's from an eastern nation that bleeds black and gold.

Her Version:
I was at the bus station dropping off my gardener for his bi-annual trip to visit mamasita when I heard a commotion coming from the arrival terminal. Michael (I didn't know his name at the time) was about to be arrested for trying to pilfer coins from a pay phone. He looked kind of cute, and I hate to see grown men whine, so I apoligized to the cops for being late, and explained he was my pool man that just arrived from Denver. He looked as though he had not eaten in a couple of days so I took pity on him and bought him dinner. After a couple of bottles of wine I learned he can be quite charming in a hopeless, down on your luck, sort of way.
If you ask him how we met he will probably say he liked my photo spread in some men's magazine. The truth is the TWO of US began our ADVENTURE together five years ago on Match.com. Oh yea, and he is right about one thing: I love, eat, pray and bleed black and gold.