Pibble Trail

  "Jack" The real failure is?   I am trying many new things. Things that even surprise myself. For years I have wondered what I want to be when I grow up.   For some crazy reason when I was in High School I decided that I wanted to be a machinist. Why? At the time the machining industry was held in very high regarded and machinist were considered to be very intelligent people! Not sure how I fit that later description?   **********************************************************   One thing in particular that was a prerequisite to be a machinist was to have excellent math skills. Which, was a big weakness for me.   My math grades were very low, hovering just above failure. Later I realized that it was not my intelligence that kept those grades so low. It was simple. I did not care. Why math I often thought? I could handle simple math. Addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.   What else would I ever need?   ...

  Topics come to me in many ways and at odd times, I guess that I would not expect anything less from myself! This is not a new subject for me, but it resurfaced recently and enough pieces have come together for me to attempt to assemble those pieces into what was originally a short piece that now will be multi parts.  For the most part this is as all of my work, un edited. Un edited may suit me just fine, all neat, tidy, and in order is not really me. Should my writing be? I write for myself, so it is ok. Even spell-check has a problem with me!  "You are never as good as you think you are" That statement could be interpreted in many different ways. Recently I spent a day in my toy boat fishing. Preparing my gear for the day my confidence grew, it was going to be a great day and due to my expert skills I was going to catch so many fish. Not just many fish, but so many fish. Not only many fish, but big fish. Fish bigger than anyone has ever seen. Me. I. I was going to do i...