Recently

My rent went up. Now I'm looking for a roomate. Until then, I'm screwed. My internet has been down lately to explain for the lack of posts, and, from what I can tell, my brothers are now fighting over the money. Fantastic.

Back Home

I got home about 7 this morning, but for some reason my power was turned off. I finally got it turned back about two hours ago. That's the third time this month that that has happened.

This morning was good, I had at least a dozen chances for perfect photographs, but my camera wasn't charged so that plan was nixed. It's charging now. I'd love to get some sleep but I can't because of the idiots upstairs having what sounds like a baptist revival. No amount of music can block the shouts of "Save me Jesus!"

The night is so pretty, I'm sitting here on my bed with the window open looking outside. It's already starting to get chilly out. Well that's all for now, more tomorrow.

Awake

I usually don't get up this early, but here I am. I'm debating with myself about what time I should leave for home.

I'm sitting on the rear deck of the boat right now. It's so dark.

I didn't get to sleep until late last night/early morning, Milo and his friends kept partying until nearly two thirty. They sang "American Pie" about fifty times. I wonder if any of them was able to leave his boat.

I'll start for home in ten to fifteen minutes, so I can be there when the day starts in town. I don't know why some people bother living in cities. Small towns are so much more comfortable.

The Ocean

Is very peaceful. It's like I can hear some great creature breathing while it sleeps. A little more info about the Expedition, it's a sailboat, around 40 feet long. It was built by my father as a wedding gift to my mother. I'm in the larger stateroom now, the whole thing just reeks of disuse. According to the night security guard this boat hasn't been touched in almost fifteen years. It's kind of sad actually.

Beside me there is this guy, Milo, he's lived on his boat for the past seventeen years. Right now I can hear him partying with ten or twelve other people on his boat.

I just realized that I have no way to move the boat. I don't know anyone with a truck and trailor, and I live in an apartment so I can't really put it in my backyard and cover it with a sheet can I? I'll think about that on the drive home tomorrow.

Later. Darin.

Today

My father died. He was 72. My brothers didn't think to call me until AFTER the funeral had occured. Not that it matters. The old man loathed me. All because after mom died I moved out of town, and lived my own life, the way she wanted me to. Both of my brothers live within walking distance of my dad's house.

He left me his boat, the Expedition. My older brother got the land, my younger brother got the money, and I got the boat. That's really balanced.

He said in his will "I leave my boat, in the hopes that he may have many fond memories of our time together."

What the hell is that about? What fond memories is he talking about?

The ironic bit of this situation:I'm on that boat right now. I didn't feel like driving all the way home.

What This Blog Is

This blog is the extension of a story entitled "Sea and Sand" which may change. It's a kind of Method Writing. The main character in this story is a man named Darin Greene, he is a freelance photographer and blogs. When his father dies, he is given next to nothing while is older and younger brothers are given millions. I was thinking late last night about what he could do for a living, and this popped into my head.