A seagull flying overhead asked the fish “how’s the water?”. The fish responds “what the hell is Water?” Every day of my life is an uphill battle but like the fish, it’s all I know, so in my reality it doesn’t even exist. My sailing instructor Captian Lea started me off with long windy and wet windward passages, I figured that’s what sailing was and I loved it, it was all I knew and so they have never bothered me. Let’s face it, I can’t sing, I can’t dance and I can’t play and instrument but I do all three.
Wet decks, cold spray across the bow and living in a small boat heeled well over isn’t a bad way to go if it gets you to your destination. I’ve been working my ass of and spending nil, hoping to scrape the much needed funds to get the boat to San Carlos, or Ventura or Florida, somewhere warm, a place where I can have a full year to work on Sookie and get her ready to cross oceans.
My accountant tells me I don’t have a snowballs chance in hell of doing it this year so I’ve adjusted my course fallen off a bit and am settling in for a long wet winter. I’ve applied as a charter master in the Carribean, a banker in Nevada, and a broker in Florida, I doubt I will do any of the three but I’m covering my bases. I’m slowly coming to terms with the fact that there will be no little sailors or sailorettes in my life, I took my eye of of the ball and just like that 14 years of my life has vanished. When I adopted Chloe it wasn’t because I wanted a dog, it was because I wanted children but wasn’t sure if I was good enough of a human being and worthy of the honor of raising children. Pretty much up until very recently I’ve held onto the belief that little tanned feet would eventually rule the decks of Sookie.
As of today I have 75 days until I have to spin the bottle and decide my winter, I’m poaching s tree house until my tiny new one man tent replaces the one I temporarily borrowed, I hope it’s better than the last but after living in a giant two man tent I think it may be a bit cramped. My knees are blown from my job, basically I’ve been running a marathon a day, every day, I’m too old for this shit. Two and a half months is far to long to wait for my next journey to begin but not nearly enough time to cross everything off of THE LIST. One day at a time is all I can do and should it all become too much I’ll just mount my trusty Brompty and pedal off into the sunset. Sailing hard on the wind only sucks if you choose for it to.
“Never throughout history has a man who lived a life of ease left a name worth remembering.”
― Theodore Roosevelt