OH NO IT IS TIME

This is the - it is time, he is headed to blog - look.

Between the time I left and now, I received a voice mail (from guess who). I have never heard such pleading and begging..reminding me of the 3 years I have know him..what I knew of him (before today (hehe))..the person he is now..the image he has created..the path he is following..just remember others can read this..and on and on!

Well, as the day started, we needed to check continuity on a float switch. (no Electricity). I have been known to maybe sometime try to get someone on something, but not often. P R was was very intense at the time, checking with the multi-meter..I did not know he was thinking of a way to pay me back for the trick (or maybe two) I had pulled on him. As the wires touched, I just very slightly whistled a sigh of relief that the switch was working. As P R screamed a scream that could be heard throughout the marina, (kinda girlie scream at that), arms flailing in the air, head thrown back, and leaping out of the bilge, I reached for my cell to dial 9-1-1. I thought he was having some kind of an attack or had hurt himself. He placed himself on the edge of the deck, hat flew off, a glaring look with sq winched beady eyes, perspiration slowly oozing out on his brow, and he said "that scared me". "Whaatt", I said. As the show of anger subsided, the wrinkles in his brow relaxed, I could see a look of 'I will get you' in his beady eyes.

WELL, PART DEUX. As the day progressed, other jobs had to be done. P R was down, way down, in the bilge of the boat 'wiring up the bilge pump'. I was on the outside finishing the drain plug. The cavity around the drain plug leads into the bilge area, just in front of P R's face. I was waiting for the sealer to dry. So what do you do when you are watching sealer dry?? I decided to smoke one. As I was crouched down looking at the drain hole (oh yeah, smoking a cigarette), I inadvertently blew some smoke toward the drain hole. Hmmm, I will just blow some smoke in the hole. As I sat there, Hmmm, I will blow some more and more - get the idea? And what follows is what prompted the voice-mail...I heard this very loud exclamation (deleted per request). I heard this thump like a head hitting some hard fiberglass decking with another loud exclamation (deleted per request). There was thumping and bumping and a loud clatter. Not knowing what was going on, I hurriedly climbed into the boat to see what was the matter. As P R peered out from a cloud of smoke, he exclaimed, "There is power on down here, The wires two..from..didn't see and sparks..cut off the battery..I don't think I...where could this be coming from...do you want to look? I could no longer contain myself, as I snickered (very loudly and long), I guess this is when P R realized that I might have had something to do with this. More exclamations (deleted per request to protect the infamous). As P R raised himself out of the bilge (as I backed away) I noticed him sweating again, but this time only in the area of his jeans. (he said it was sweat..who am I to argue) As I tried to point out, and I hope he will realize, along with the job come physical fitness. Today I elevated his heart rate, increased blood flow, exercise by rapidly fleeing bilge areas, and increased the pucker-factor many, many times. P R has tomorrow off for much needed rest and probable medical evaluation. (If he doesn't get a good report, not my fault)

WELL, FINALE. My day has come to an end. Maybe I need for P R to have a day off. My side is still sore from all the invigorating humor....