Driving to town this morning, it again occurred to me that I don't like tattoos. Never really have, and I was in the Navy for a while.
It seems that over the last several years, coloring ones body with ink has become more popular than ever; men, women, others.
Aside from the pain which MUST be involved, there is the regular need to have things 're-inked'. Tats seem to fade over time and if you want that vibrant color you started with, you've got to find a 'touch up guy' to rejuvenate your colors. Seems like throwing good money after bad, to be honest.
After paying several hundred dollars for that cute little character on your leg, arm, back, or wherever, wouldn't you think it should be permanent? I mean, you pay good bucks for the pain in the first place, why repeat the experience?
This morning, I saw no fewer than half a dozen guys and gals, mostly at bus stops, proudly sporting their tattoos on various parts of their anatomies. Flowers are popular, as are birds. I even know one moron who had a giant eagle done all across his back. And he has the lowest credit rating in town; couldn't afford half interest in a free lunch, but he can come up with $450 for ink into his dermal layers. Maybe that's why he needs a co-signer for everything he does.
When I got home this morning, after running a couple errands, I was able to attack the dead vegetable matter that has formed a rock solid mass in my front yard, right where the trees/bushes were removed the other day. Very tough work. It was necessary to use the reciprocating saw with a pruning blade, but I was able to get a good share done before the sun came around the house and sent me back inside. The saw does a pretty decent job of destroying the clinging mass, and it was then easier to move it away from the stumps, which according to YouTube, have to be dug out by hand. Well, I have a couple shovels, so...
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