1/60

For the next 25 years of my life.

Here is a general truth about myself and many others. I make impulse purchases. I have control over how ridiculous the purchase is but I purchase none-the-less. My excuses vary but the all are based on specific criteria following from a life need. For instance, the need for a rear fender (a 'rat tail') on my daily ride. I made that purchase. Don't regret it. To confess further, yesterday I bought a set of metric wrenches because I couldn't take my eyes off of them. They were beautiful. They still are. They are right next to me. Here is a picture of them.



Perhaps another?!


25.64% of my excuse for the purchase was the exhilarating combination of aesthetics, longevity and combined benefit of using the colours for easy identification once my eyes go in old age. The other% of the excuse was split between 'b'day spending expenses' and 'the prevention of striping bolts on my vehicles of present and future'.

That is all for now. Life calls, and I must do my dishes.

Soma

It's official. I have too many interests and not enough time. You may guess that I'm reffering to the opposite sex, and you are possibly correct, in a fractional way but I'm not specifically doing so right now. No, I'm simply frustrated with the lack of time that I can set aside for things, such as photography, which spark my mind. Apart from these 'sparkling things' I also wish I spent more time taking care of my aging body. It's in some slight disrepair currently. Nothing too bad. But these aches and pains are only going to get worse as seasons keeping rolling onwards (just like my bike wheels).


It's 15days until my 25th b'day and I find myself reflecting on many facets of my exsistence (so-called exsistence). This whole 1/4 a century concept is a bit wild but not nearly as wild as the halfway-to-fifty concept. I know that things are going to change. I can feel it. Now I just wonder how and when, and what will be the outcome. Hopefully good.... but isn't everything just shades of bitter-sweet?