The mob fingered me through Vargas, my partner.  They’d put the squeeze on him, threatened his wife and kids.  Didn’t blame him.  Now they know where to find me.  I’m ready for the mechanic.  Noise at the door.  Pump a slug through it but it was only Vincenzo, the delivery guy with my tandoori chicken.  […]

45 minute rike, Candy Cane Lane is curious, cold, even during the day, little warmth in the bright blue sky.  SPAR check comes in at just the right time, so too does the match to my Katana locking mitre joint bit. FORWARDDAY – Accomplished what has been ardently desired here at JohnsonArts for four year.  […]

25 minute micro-rike, all systems nominal.  This followed by watching my financial portfolio implode. And then, I was cheered by the arrival of Doggle, here for a five day stay whilst the Main Pack is off to the East Coast. INTHERIGHT – That was the name of the sextet of feature films I developed whilst […]

Microrike out Oak Street – all systems nominal. Commenced on a make-work, skill-improvement program – the File Cabinet.  Not for paper files, but for my not-inconsiderable set of wood and metal shapers which until now have been scattered about the place like errant dust bunnies.  And so resolved to form a small, three drawer cabinet […]

Good drifting, except for the lost truck, again and not being able to wake up when I realized I was in a dream. Dentist visit – all is well, his wife, if I didn’t know (think or not want to think) better, wants me to do her.  And I would, for a thou, send Viagra. […]

Change in the weather.  Shouldn’t have had to look at the satellite plot.  The low-lying gloom lifts, we can see the clouds, the pelicans alight to the water.  Can’t smell the rain, but it is out there.  We can hope. The next morning: Rain, honest, earnest, drenching rain, although intermittent, made for a delicious morning […]

All you really don’t need to know is that the new shoes worn on the rike yesterslack, which have less than 5 miles on them, contributed to right knee distress.  Or something did. So today, I donned the 3 Pairs Back.  Rike, conservative, short, 15 minutes, only 7 crows vilified.  Result: no knee distress. Even […]

Paul the Painter and Scotty the Spare arrive not too early and set to priming and deck coating. I ask Paul, who is about my age, how he came by his craft. It turns out that he was something of a wastrel, about which I would know nothing.  Graduated from college but couldn’t find a […]

The long-awaited inception of paint on the Castle as arrived in the form of Paul and his myrmidon Scotty The Spare at banker’s hours to spend the mid-day hosing off the north decks. Their timing was perfect as I’d just returned from the rike, and my timing was excellent in finishing lunch in time to […]

I believe adventures should start early in the day, about 4 AM, like a fishing expedition.  But since my LA host wasn’t going to be on station before evening, there was no press out the gate. As this was a weekday, a jaunt south on 1 through the Big Sur seemed appropriate, figured for less […]