I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

I am once again here at Father’s desk. I am surrounded on all sides by artistic renditions of anything Naval, coastline (including, and especially lighthouses, and ships. For today’s inspiration I will look to all that may come my way, as far as that being a positively focused, truly innocent, and motivational appreciation. I am working my way around the garage, as far as the outside of those gutters go. Mother talks about thistles. (Or tall dandelions with small flowers. So yah, how about a mossy type of yuck growing all over the white gutter pieces?) The tricky part will be next to the garbage and chain-link fence. I have chosen to go slowly and take my time. Part 2 will involve a recleaning and then a totally new paint job, using more of a just-off-white coloring. I actually want the nephew’s boy “The Winner”(you can only guess!) to be the one to climb up on top the garage to perform that hard labor portion of my work. Due to the fact that he is only 9, that may present some drawbacks. In any case my brief encounter with a greenish growth will only motivate me even more so, as far as gaining a sense of superior greatness involving a creative offering. (No poem of the day today!)