Fatbastard: Blog

We've had an amazing summer weatherwise down here in Godzone Country, but a bout of manflu (felt worse than COVID) and a major project repairing a retaining wall called a halt to fishing and diving.
Q. - What is a Clydesdale?
A. - A pony designed by an engineer!
Anyhoo - Ch 11 is now finished and will go in the queue in a day or so. I'll try to complete the story and post on a regular schedule again, but no promises.

Summer madness here in Aotearoa continues, and since I am 79, I am making the most of the summer weather and visits from friends and rellies. I am still SCUBA diving, but with the awareness that each summer might be the last for that particular activity. Anyhoo, the next chapter of my adventures with Pauline is part finished and I will get back to it as soon as the weather craps out or the string of friends and rellies visiting dwindles. When you live at the beach, you get lotsa summer visitors.

A Happy New Year to all. Southern Hemisphere summer madness continues. About fifty five years ago, a group of testosterone poisoned young divers planned to go to Paerengarenga, a remote Northrn harbour. This summer, I finally made it, and was a little sad to realise that I'm the only one who did, and the rest are dead.
Anyhoo, now back home and the neglected domestic chores have priority over writing. Back to the story as soon as I can.

Meri Kirihimete (as some of us say in Godzone Country)
I have just got my system running again. Tarantino had it right with respecty to Microsoft. Ch 10 has been on hold with rellies visiting from Australia, system down, and preparations for our trip away to Paerengarenga (try Google Earth), a very remote location in the far North of NZ. The fishing is amazing!
No internet, but I should finish Ch 10 in time to post before the New Year.

Over the last year or so, I found I had become addicted to US Politics - who was saying what, and what a variety of commentators on the left and right thought about it. When my wife pointed out that it was occupying in excess of twelve hours a day, and (tactfully) suggested I might like to 'ease back', I found I couldn't, so went 'cold turkey'for a fortnight immediately after the first assassination attempt.
I live in Godzone, so the election result will affect me only indirectly (if at all), but I nevertheless find it depressing, so I am going 'cold turkey' again. I found myself writing something short and whimsical, probably as a distraction.
I don't know whether "A Sale of Two Titties" will be a one off, or perhaps the start of something different. I'll publish as I go, while I continue to write the 'Uncle Frank' series.