Bit by bit Sookie Sookie is starting to gleam. When I finish she will almost look like a new boat but the cruising life is a hard one for boats and by Summer’s end the whole process will need to be done again.
I might have an opportunity to ship Sookie to So Cal for some winter sailing but I can’t help wonder if that is where I want to be. My heart lies here, the Caribbean my mistress. I hear screams on the dock, more powerboats from the mainland with more money than brains. The cracking of fiberglass and screeching bending of steel. It’s almost if this guy has never skippered his 47′ Bayliner before. Can I survive back on the mainland? Sookie is diminutive in physical size but her design and build are larger than any scale can measure. At sea she is more, in close quarters she is more than less.
The yachties are coming and I need to flee, they show up at midnight flashlights all over the dock, smashing thier crabs beside my boat to keep thier area clean. Boats lit up like a Christmas tree and stereos thumping horrible music. The names they put on thier boats make you wonder how a human with such a deep lack of creativity can earn enough to buy these boheamaths large enough to hang Sookie on ther Davits.
A friend wants me to come to the Caribbean buy a big boat and charter it for income. Dare I let these soul dead gringos into my home? To many options so I crawl into Sookies cozy cabin, she is warm inside and has almost everything I desire writhing arms reach. No decisions will be made today. I have to get Sookie ready for…
“An attitude to life which seeks fulfilment in the
single-minded pursuit of wealth – in short, materialism – does not fit into this
world, because it contains within itself no limiting principle, while the
environment in which it is placed is strictly limited.”
― Ernst F. Schumacher, Small Is beautiful