Snorkeling while Avoiding Sharks

Beware snakes in the grass.

This one? Not likely to bite.

So glad that I early retired in 2015, in large part to stop adding my hard work and taxes to a country that puts its resources predominantly to the military industrial complex.

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This beautiful piece of art by Ali comes from the very harbor where this page's profile creature was photographed in 2016.

For my birthday June 28, Jamie gave me a plain wooden box filled with wonderful jewelry tools and findings.

I have been working on this top ever since, doing just a bit at a time to spare my arthritic left wrist and thumb.

At first I was using a hammer and gently tapping a Phillips head screwdriver to make the pattern. Eventually I realized that the balsawood was so soft that I could be more accurate just pressing down with two hands.

Now I need to decide what’s next. My original plan involves dribbling acrylic paint into the holes, letting it dry throughly, then sanding so that colorful “stars” remain.

Thoughts?

Oh, how I prefer this kind of steering over years of nonprofit steering committees....

Today was Snorkeling while Avoiding Tour and Fishing Boats.

Our diving float has gone missing, so I crafted a new one with a rubber ball tied into a red and white plastic bag, which I towed on a long piece of tuna cord tied to a hairband that I slipped over my wrist.

Worked like a charm!

To heck with sharks, watch out for the albacore!