Industrious Diversion

   Lest you draw an incorrect conclusion that we only eat, sleep, and play, I resolved to remedy the imminent pandemic of falsehood.  We have been so busy that by the time we think to digitally record our industrious endeavors we have moved on to more important matters, like lunch, and the recollection of our productive efforts will live on only in the cobwebbed corners of our cluttered memories. One must accept his fate, hapless as it may be. Luckily for you, and my imperiled reputation, I scrounged up some snapshots to buffer my credibility.

As it is usual to have an uninterrupted supply of sunlight, and unusual to have uninterrupted supply of electricity, we collaborated to contrive a solar dehydrator.  This implement would greatly expand our alimentary variety.

This, our first attempt, unfortunately was as successful as flat out failure would allow it to be. Apparently, a string of plastic bottles lined with black garbage bags, does not generate enough hot air, except in our heads, to cause any sort of airflow let alone dehydrate anything. In more docile terms, it was as educational experience. However, we have yet another expendable, or maybe not, idea to attempt in our outdoor laboratory, the details of which, if successful or not, might or might not be forthcoming. And no, we were not trying to dehydrate the coconut!

Distractions, though they should be infrequent, have a habit of being colorful and attractive. This galactic critter came out of nowhere, and we could not just turn our heads in disdain as we continued unperturbedly with our predesignated agendas. As an interesting side note, this annulated insect's defense position fooled us with its decoying second head. Did you perceived it?

Now, I don the habiliments of herald for the undisputed queen of delicacies, that exercises dominion over our dinner floor, as the table has not as yet, for some ridiculous reason, come into existence. We have all succumbed to the sorcery of this spectacular specimen of saintly sweetness, for not a day goes by but that we devotedly partake of this manna that literally falls from heaven.

Necessity is the mother of invention. It was becoming alarmingly necessary to contrive some means of supplying a useful occupation for our overflowing surplus of tomatoes, the consumption of which has proven to be a Herculean challenge. As we are action loving boys and not mythical immortals, a bicycle inner tube slingshot suited us just fine, to the consternation of the passers by.

Studying has also taken a high priority on our daily to do list. Nothing stimulates certain organs inside the cranial cavity more powerfully than intricate intellectual masterpieces both original and pastiche, and like true Richards we always digest our literary lunches with a spoonful of shut-eye. After all, some of the most enlightening information ever to grace the planet descended through the medium of visions and dreams. For all the pineal preparation I have done I do not understand why my vision has not come to me yet. I think I will have to sleep on that one!
   Believe it or not this story has a moral to it.  When troubled by dubiousness,  just do something, and when you fail at least you wont be suffering from dubiousness anymore. Or shall we say, the mind in idle uses little gas and gets even less done, becoming susceptible to mischievous machinations, whereas an active mind and body uses more gas, and...still, for some, the amount accomplished is highly debatable.
   Again, our P.H. D is trying to efficiently waste his time in spinning complicated sophistries about the obvious truth. If that is not enough, stay online, because you never know when he will post again.