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The warm sun beat down on my pale skin, the hum of insects fills the air and the smell of freshly cut grass overloads my senses. Spring has arrived in the islands. I’m 4 coats of paint on my rudder cheeks and an overhaul on my motor away from launching.
Year to date I have made less than $300.00 but somehow the boat is coming along right on schedule. My new foulies are hanging and ready for battle and my brand spanking new oars are ready to kiss the water and pull me anywhere I choose to go in my new rowing dingy “Potato”.
Sookie is still in rough shape after the long winter but each day she starts to look more like a sailing ship and less like an abandoned derelict. I’m feeling pretty rough these days too but new running shoes are on order and I just started my 200 pushups a day regimen. To celebrate the spring I shaved my head bald, gone is 15 inches of hair and it feels great. The search for work has turned up very little but the season is close at hand. Once launched my spring projects are to add lifelines and a real heater.
Its tax season and once again somehow I stretched my $11.000.00 annual income into a year of living the good life. Fortune found its way into my life this year and my new computer is loaded with editing software and I’m slowly learning how to get along with the video on my new Nikon D7000. The minimalist life, although relatively new to me really seems to fit me like a glove. Chris from San Juan Sufficiency sailed in yesterday and taught me how to harvest and cook kelp. I still struggle with feeding myself a regular and heathy diet but I’m learning a lot about harvesting from he sea and shore, this year I expect to eat like a king. My new cookbook Man Cooking is well on its way and I’m seeking cooking lessons in every direction I can.
It was a cold lonely winter but I’m hopeful spring will bring warmth into my life. I’ve found a short bit of work painting a new wooden mast and even though I work only an hour to two a day the work is well received, I’m working along side a master shipwrite and feel very fortunate for the experience. I hitchhike to the south end of the island every day. My journey through fresh farm fields is backdropped by the Cascade Mountain range the float planes are back and fill the air and baby sheep are in all the fields. This island truly is as close to heaven as anything on earth for a simple city boy like me. I don’t know how or why I am so fortunate to live this life but every day is a miricle.
“The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? The moon is faithful to its nature and its power is never diminished.”
~ Deng Ming-Dao