How could anyone possibly be bored with this shiny beast to play with?
Gibson Les Paul mahogany goodness capped in flame maple, happy calloused fingers tap dancing ethereal vibrations into vintage magnets wired in series and out of phase, the hectic product sent into the fiery hot gases of vacuum tubes, amplified and electrified and resulting in some seriously good fun? It's an awesome way to kill an afternoon, but after six weeks of afternoons to kill....
Those working nine to five Monday to Friday shake their heads, but what is one to do all day? All your friends and family ARE working nine to five Monday to Friday. I go mountain biking, I go hunting, I catch afternoon movies, I jam on my guitar with the amp cranked and annoy my neighbors. I've got a few projects on the go, but quite honestly, I miss working. And flying! Six weeks home is as bad as six weeks away. What the hell am I going to do with myself if I ever retire?
Those working nine to five Monday to Friday shake their heads, but what is one to do all day? All your friends and family ARE working nine to five Monday to Friday. I go mountain biking, I go hunting, I catch afternoon movies, I jam on my guitar with the amp cranked and annoy my neighbors. I've got a few projects on the go, but quite honestly, I miss working. And flying! Six weeks home is as bad as six weeks away. What the hell am I going to do with myself if I ever retire?
I head back to Tanzania tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to it. I know I'll miss the comforts of home, my family, my toys...my guitar! But life isn't so bad in East Africa. Beaches and mountain biking and night clubs, and of course, taking those AW139s up into the air. I shouldn't complain, I know I have it good. I did get to fly the simulator in Newark for a few hours. I finished up my Christmas shopping and have everything mailed off. I enjoyed walking my kid through her first car purchase, a bit of a beater but she's happy, and she paid for it herself. Makes me a proud Dad. I'll miss her too much.
Bags loaded up with Christmas presents for the local staff, I'll spend my last day trying to sort out a crate of hunting trophies from my African safari months ago, that was supposed to be here a few weeks ago but now looks like it'll arrive a few days after I set foot back on African soil. This REALLY complicates the customs and importation procedures, but such is life. Time to stop whining and get it sorted. But I really wanted to see those kudu horns again.....
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