I’ve been considering tinkering around with this blog’s look and have decided, for the time being, to keep it as it is. Perhaps it’s part of my restless nature to constantly try to retool things. I did, however, post a new photo.
Think it seems odd for a 35 year-old man to be holding a rubber ducky? Let me explain: I love ducks. When I was 15, my Aunt Juanita (one of my Mom’s four sisters) gave me a baby duck as a gift. I fell in love with it instantly and from there developed what’s turned into a 20-year love for ducks. Since then, I have amassed a collection of duck pictures, figurines and even items of clothing (including a University of Oregon t-shirt and mousepad). I also have a couple of rubber duckies.
My wife got me this blue one in the photo recently, so I decided to take a photo of myself with it. Photo looked cheery and less psychotic than my previous one I had here, back when I was in the hippie stage of my hair touching my ears.
I showed the rubber ducky to the neighbor’s ducks, but they seemed disinterested. (Yes, I know it’s silly, but it’s part of my way of keeping myself entertained in this dreadful Seinfeld Era where the pointless mundane often passes for humor).