I began last week’s test of the powers of Gringo observation with science in mind, but it would appear things may have backfired. Here I sit, an entire week later, still cruising the seven seas and in no position to rescue what could be a dangerous situation back home, one that may be escalating. I just hope this doesn’t all blow up in my face.
Not only did Mad Evan, Mad Bill and the rest of the crew fail to recognize my absence things appear to be running smother than ever. Of course, the obvious conclusion is that something is wrong. Terribly wrong.
What do you mean, I might just be getting in the way? Bah humbug!
Of course, even if that were true (and it clearly is not) it’s not like I’m going to do anything about it – I just need to feel needed. I’m perfectly fine with Mad Evan doing all the actual work. In fact, I’ve been dreaming of a place inside the brewhouse where I can hang a hammock, for those, you know, less stressful moments.
You all know of my penchant for hammocks, so don’t act all surprised.
Well, got to run. I have an appointment to have my bunions massaged and my ears waxed. As a wise man once said, “What a drag it is getting old.”