Because of a family emergency this past week, I haven’t blogged for days. Now don’t go hoping for more family emergencies for me to keep me from blogging this week. During this family emergency, I’ve had a lot of time to think. It’s kind of a new experience for me. I’m not sure I like it so much.
Anyway, as I dealt with the family emergency, I tried to keep a focus on self-care. I planned to swim today as a way to care for myself. It didn’t happen, but that got me thinking about getting a tattoo. My two best buddies have tattoos, but I have none. Many years ago, when I was participating in triathlons, I considered getting a triathlon tattoo like this one.
I never did. Some of you may say, “Well, it’s never too late.” Unfortunately, there is one huge reason I can’t.
I’ve retired from running. My knees won’t take the pounding any longer. Tattooing a runner on my arm would be as fraudulent as Donald Trump tattooing a successful businessman on his arm. So, I’ve considered other options.
A current news story caught my eye. Maybe I should consider a King James tattoo across my belly. I mean, my name is James and I’m king in my own mind of absolutely nothing.
Tasteful. If I did get a King James tattoo, I would need to remember not to riot at the US Capitol Building and proudly display my belly tattoo like the King James tattoo guy did when he rioted on January 6, 2021.
That King James tattoo guy just received a 78 month prison sentence for his role in the Capitol riot. Maybe I’ll just stick to the swimming portion of the triathlon tattoo.
Considering how much I love swimming, I (th)ink that I would have no regerts if I got that tattoo.
Jim Flanigan Looks at the World 