So, my friend Robert says to me, "I'm getting tired of reading about Nobu (author's note: As if that's possible!). Why don't you post something new on your blog?"


Good idea.


I admit I've been pretty slack with the posting lately. I've been busy with lots of things: like burning Guy Fawkes in effigy (we celebrate that tradition here in the Bahamas), going to the gym, and mixing concrete to hold down the fence so Nobu stays in the yard and stops harrassing every living thing that meanders past our house.


And although all this other activity has taken me away from posting regularly on The Bahamas Blog, as I'd like, I have learned a few things from it.


What I've learned recently:


1) Given the state of affairs in England when Guy Fawkes attempted to blow up Parliament, it doesn't seem to me that the man should be so roundly villified.


Maybe he had a point.


It seems somehow unfair to keep burning the unlucky chap each year (despite the fun we have doing it);


2) You can work off a lot of anxiety by going to the gym regularly. The physical and mental benefits are huge, as my friend to the right can attest to.


Note: the picture you see is not of me, although I have heard whispers from some people comparing my physique favorably to that of the man in the photo.


Just whispers, mind you.


However, other people still think I need to work out more regularly, and do not hesitate to make disparaging comments when I fail to show up at the gym as often as they do. It's sad, really. However, I try to take the high road with these people (you know who you are) and simply continue my routine unapologetically.


I think they're just jealous.


3) Concrete. Many people do not know that concrete differs from cement. It is, in fact, the combination of cement, stones, and sand, that you mix with water. It is what I used to fasten my fence, as previously mentioned.


However, one would think that every employee of a store that sells concrete, cement, tools, lumber, levels, nails, screws, saws, hammers, sand, blocks, and a thousand other construction materials would know the difference between the two things. Right?


That, apparently, is not the case with at least one employee at one local store in Nassau. When I called to ask if they sold bagged concrete, here is how the conversation progressed:


Me: Hello. How are you doing?
Employee: Fine. Thanks.

Me: Do you sell bagged concrete?
Employee: Uh, ummm. You mean cement?

Me: No. Concrete.
Employee: Uh, ummm. Concrete?

Me: Yes. Concrete.
Employee: Uh, ummm. Concrete?

Me: Yes. Concrete.
Employee: Uh, ummm. You mean cement?

Me: No. Concrete.
Employee: Uh, ummm. Can you be a little more specific about what you mean by "concrete"?


Now, I don't mind if people don't know every little thing about the business they are in, but I do expect some basics. Call me crazy, but when I phone my local auto shop to ask if they sell tires, I sort of expect that they will know what I mean by the word "tire"? When I call my local plumber to see if he can fix my faucet, I kind of expect that he will know what the term "faucet" refers to.


Depite this little hiccup, I managed to determine that the store did, in fact, sell bagged concrete. So I purchased three bags, mixed it myself, and fixed my fence.


That's kind of a long explanation for my relative absence from the blogosphere recently. But I hope you can understand now why.


Keep your eyes peeled on this blog for my next post: "What Happened When Nobu Chased the Golf Cart Down the Road." It's sure to be scintillating.




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