Actually it was a dog attack, I have had 4 complaints about my dog from the harbor master in one week. All she does is lay down in front of my boat and greet all my friends and neighbors that come down. Unfortunately there is one retard that hates dogs and he complains constantly. Even if she is tied to the dock he complains.
So I keep her leashed up while dogs run free up and down every dock. Last night she was attacked by a huge German Sheppard, it was on a leash but obviously didnt matter. My frustration level grows deeper every day. This is just one of the ten or twenty issues that seem to come up on a regular basis. I’m not even going to get into it but I am surrounded by empty souls, the drones that think its OK to lie, steal, cheat. I’m physically and mentally worn, they are trying to capture my soul, yet I hang on always seeking that elusive pay day, freedom… I’m beginning to think I’m chasing the wrong rainbow.
This picture was me just over a year ago, defeated living in the boat yard. What you cant see in this picture is Chloe barfing all over the interior of the boat from getting poisoned. You can’t see the freezing rain, or that my heater was broken… I almost threw in the towel that day and many other. Quitting is the easy way out and when have I ever taken the easy way out. One step at a time, one day at a time, it is close, very close.
If its this difficult it must be worth it.
~Larry Pardey Cruising in Seraffyn
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I’ve been passively following along here for some time, with this latest post it is time for me to respond. The empty souls comments hits close to home, far too many of them in the world IMHO. As does the dog barf comment, I have cleaned up my fair share. Small price to pay in the grand scheme of things, I’m sure you would agree. As to quitting, you know you won’t. That isn’t my opinion, it’s a fact. I’ve been reading this blog long enough to know you just won’t. Probably related to the fact that your soul is not empty.
I hope Chloe recovers quickly. Perhaps you should get a few of the people who like having her around to visit the harbour master. Put in a good word on your (Chloe’s) behalf.
John
p.s You really do need to get a donate via paypal button added to your blog. You are on your own where food, water and medical care are concerned but vet bills are expensive. Give use a chance to help Chloe out will ya
John, Thank you for the kind words and no I am not going to quit. I just get really frustrated with myself and the situation I try desperately to escape every day but somehow am keeping myself captive. I have considered the donate button many times but think there is a better way to do it, I just haven’t figured out out how yet. Sometimes I feel like I bitch allot but there are far too many blogs out there that don’t tell the whole story. The truth is, sometimes its lonely, and sometimes its scary, and sometimes its frustrating as hell but on those rare occasions that I get the boat away from the slip, set the sails and feel the power of the wind its a taste of freedom that no words can describe. Every morning when I wake up I know I’m home. When I come down to the boat and open her up that familiar smell of teak reminds me that I am one of the lucky ones, my dreams are manifesting before my eyes.
P.S. You never have to worry about Chloe, for 10 years she has been my number one priority and she always will be. I bought the boat specifically for her as it has the safest layout of any small boat for a dog and lots of secure places to chill when it gets bumpy out. She never gets left alone and always has good food in her magic bowl. We have hiked and sailed thousands of miles together, slept under the stars and explored the world, she even saved me from a charging bear which is quite amazing as she is afraid of a one pound kitten. We all have bad days, hell even weeks. When I get letters like yours and ones from great friends who follow this silly journey it reminds me that I’m not alone. A