Premature Dockulation

While I have been busy working on some assignments for a company that wants articles written about various colleges around the US, I haven't had a lot of time to spend in the pursuit of dock repair. Of course this has made my father go a little crazy, since he wants to have the dock fixed NOW. Can't have everything, eh dad? At any rate his impatience has cost him, so far, $100 for a deck plate from a carnival cruise ship and $50 more to have a pair of dimwit hillbillies deliver it.

Now, I've said this before. You can get good deals from hillbilly dimwits, but if you don't watch it they'll rip you off like crazy and chuckle about how smart they were with that city slicker (if you know words with three or more syllables you're a city slicker, probably a fag too). Well, a pair of gap tooth mouth breathers saw the old man coming and sold him this. I think they tricked him with a US MARINE CORP bumper sticker on their pickup truck, but I'll never know what thought processes are misfiring in his head, making him misjudge things so terribly now. He used to be fairly good at those judgment calls. Not anymore.

So now he's at the store looking for fitting adapters so we can make this fit on the dock (in the background). More to come.

As  I was clearing up some debris I encountered an old skull. Authorities were contacted. More to come on this as I find out where it came from, how it got under the rocks on the seawall, and if there are more bones in the seawall as I clean it up.