It is almost two months to the day of my 26th birthday. Today I came to the realization; there is a frog hopping across my porch, but that is not it. The realization is that I am a bastard. I think my childhood has had a great impact on my mind. This weekend was enjoyable but I do not like the outcome. I sailed to Horn Island again by myself. I was to meet Peter and Delilah out there and go camping. Needless to say, I never saw them and did not go to the island. Instead, I turned around and sailed home the next day. On the way out, I saw a boat and dismissed the fact that it could have been them, turned out that it was. I should have stayed and camped but did not because I did not like the weather and was worried about the boat losing its anchor and washing away or onto the beach, getting grounded while I was searching on the island. That is an arduous trip by oneself. Sunday turned out to be gorgeous with excellent wind. I must complete that trip and check out the island. I just feel safer with the boat off the island at a safe distance and the fact that I do not have a dinghy, it would mean swimming to the island. I had a good trip with Bachuas this weekend, I do wish that I would have meet up with Peter and Delilah.
Work is going well, staying busy. Been running and doing pushups. “I think one of the reasons I am happy is that I see new wonders around and about me daily”. I have been doing pretty damn well at staying away from women. I asked a few outs but nothing ever happened and that is a sigh of relief.
I am unsure at what Ezekiel is saying to me. I understand but I suppose I will have to finish it before I know the words.
Strike the earlier words about me being a bastard. I looked it up the definition and it does not apply to me. Man, what a relief, now I just have to work on not being lazy.