I’ve had a think about the issues that I was about to think about at the end of part 2 and I’ve come the the conclusion that carrying on is the only way to go. The aim of this adventure is still to find a hair salon that does men’s hair and is open.
It’s real hot right now in my real life and that makes me empathise with my virtual self, who is still sitting on the floor outside a Wickenburg strip mall holding a powerful 71kHz Fisher Gold-Bug 2 metal detector. My virtual self needs to take his mind off the heat and get up and find some gold, just like how my real self is taking his mind off the heat by writing about what my virtual self is doing.
I’m back adding to my meandering panel-a-day comic after many months. Plan is to finish the first chapter of it soon so I can print some in time for the Lakes Comic Arts Festival this October, where I am exhibiting, which means flogging my stuff.
I’m waiting for washing to finish so I wrote a bedtime story:
One damp evening a boy watched a snail as it moved towards vegetables in the garden. He was amazed at the determination of the thing; its eyes out on the end of stalks, so excited was the snail. How long do you suppose that snail will take to eat vegetables? The boy supposed that by the time the snail got there and ate and got home again it would be the morning. The snail would then go to sleep and then wake up and do it again. The boy was amazed at the thing. At that it spent everything on doing one thing.
The next morning the boy had already gotten up and dressed for school before he shocked to a halt, remembering that last night he had vowed that today he would be being a snail, to see what it was like. He sheepishly checked about to see that nobody had spotted him breaking his secret vow to himself and then he lay down on his front on the floor. He nodded to drag his chin along the carpet and he rolled his shoulders and rotated his hands and feet in order to creep forward sort of. This worked okay and he even got someway down the stairs without having to alter the technique too much before his mum spotted him and had a go at him. What do you think you are doing. Stop messing about. Especially on the stairs. The boy crawled like a person to the foot of the stairs and stood up and made breakfast but he was still a snail in his heart and would really start his day as a snail from after he had left the house.