There always seems to be some variation of agitation and commotion keeping me from my Coleridge. If it isn't food floating just out of claw's reach in the upper waters of my tank, it's the Oscars. I only desire a moments respite for literature, and to hone the text of my second chapter--the rending tale of my capture from the wild Maine woods--but alas, the commotion and diversion of civilization will not allow me to my task.
I was abruptly awakened yestermorn to a construction crew, draining the water from my abode with the crudest, most obtrusive technology. I was informed, in my bleary, uncaffeinated condition, that my tank had been selected for the crayfish edition of "Home makeover." Indeed! The remainder of the day, and much of the next, was spent assisting the crew in the tedious (but admittedly overdue) chore of renovating the interior of my living space.
Dear reader, you surely can comprehend my annoyance at first--'twas like an albatross about the neck. However, if I am to be entirely forthcoming, I cannot be all too critical of the process. The attached video, as seen on multiple major crayfish networks, does not do it justice. Although I cannot claim the requisite background to provide fair critique to the genre of Reality Television, nevertheless, I do detect a hint of amateurism. Feeble, laughable amateurism. Watch the video if you must, but let my words give a purer account of my new home.
The arrangement is a masterful symphony of Pythagorean geometry and feng shui. In the fore, a obelisk of metamorphic phyllite and luminous orange quartzite, evoking the very geological power than formed Maine's coast. Set in the background, a half-shell reminiscent of the Birth of Venus. Much of my original decor has been incorporated into the new layout, providing a temporal continuity--and yet, with all the calculated precision of a designer, the spirit of wilderness and nature has been preserved.
Yes, dear reader, as I survey these new grounds, I foresee a bursting of the dam that restrains inspiration. Now I will write. No longer will I tarry in distraction and day-to-day inanities. I envision the ensuing chapters of my life story rushing forth in a series of captivating blog entries.
(Note: If the video appears choppy, try replaying it.)
I was abruptly awakened yestermorn to a construction crew, draining the water from my abode with the crudest, most obtrusive technology. I was informed, in my bleary, uncaffeinated condition, that my tank had been selected for the crayfish edition of "Home makeover." Indeed! The remainder of the day, and much of the next, was spent assisting the crew in the tedious (but admittedly overdue) chore of renovating the interior of my living space.
Dear reader, you surely can comprehend my annoyance at first--'twas like an albatross about the neck. However, if I am to be entirely forthcoming, I cannot be all too critical of the process. The attached video, as seen on multiple major crayfish networks, does not do it justice. Although I cannot claim the requisite background to provide fair critique to the genre of Reality Television, nevertheless, I do detect a hint of amateurism. Feeble, laughable amateurism. Watch the video if you must, but let my words give a purer account of my new home.
The arrangement is a masterful symphony of Pythagorean geometry and feng shui. In the fore, a obelisk of metamorphic phyllite and luminous orange quartzite, evoking the very geological power than formed Maine's coast. Set in the background, a half-shell reminiscent of the Birth of Venus. Much of my original decor has been incorporated into the new layout, providing a temporal continuity--and yet, with all the calculated precision of a designer, the spirit of wilderness and nature has been preserved.
Yes, dear reader, as I survey these new grounds, I foresee a bursting of the dam that restrains inspiration. Now I will write. No longer will I tarry in distraction and day-to-day inanities. I envision the ensuing chapters of my life story rushing forth in a series of captivating blog entries.
(Note: If the video appears choppy, try replaying it.)
