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I think Puff The Magic Dragon is the saddest song I have ever heard.

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There couldn’t possibly be a better metaphor for sailors and their boats.

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea 
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee, 
Little Jackie paper loved that rascal puff, 
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. 

Anyone who has read this blog long enough knows I suffer from chronic depression, I don’t talk about it often and while the battles come less often they still come, today is one of those days.  My dream is a life afloat, Serena’s is a cabin in the woods.

The tide is turning and I have decisions to make.  Serena heads back to school in three days and I become a solo sailor again.  Its been over two years since I last hauled Sookie and its time for a hull inspection and some serious decisions need to be made.   The thought of hanging up my little home for the winter puts the fear of god in me and these decisions are never taken lightly.  One week can turn into a month and a month into six.   Last time I launched Sookie it was premature but you cant stay in the yard forever.  I have really been wanting to replace my cockpit thru hulls add new pintles and gudgeons and re apply my 15 year old epoxy barrier coat.  Or I could just ignore it another year and sail on.

I like the prospect of a warm dry cabin with a wood burning stove for the winter but I just cant bear the thought of moving off Sookie that long.  My dream is to ad heat and spend the winter months sailing these beautiful; waters, I have the money but just cant seem to find a way to fit a little heater anywhere.  Too many sailors dreams die in the boat yard.

A dragon lives forever but not so little boys Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys. One grey night it happened, Jackie paper came no more And puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.  

~Peter Paul and Mary

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