She is not quite as comfortable as am I. Currently it's 47 degrees outside. The forecast tonight calls for 39 for the low. Tomorrow will be worse at 24 with 15-20 mph winds from the north (I really should convert that into knots, but I seem to have lost the capacity to automatically do so). I can feel her react to the breezes. The lines snubbing her, keeping her centered in her slip. Limiting her. This is not what she was built for. She wants to go, to leave this place where she is held captive to the cold and the wet. To be free, flying before the wind, warm salty spray on deck, playing with the ocean like a puppy plays with its mother. To have dolphins once again riding her bow wave. Resting at anchor with nothing around but sea grass and oyster beds. Exploring new places. Revisiting old ones.
As they say in the islands, "come soon".
Everyone (not really everyone, just my wife and my friend Al) has been telling me I should update this blog. And looking at the statistics, there are a surprising number of people still stopping by. I don't know who you are, but here we go.
The time we have spent back "home" has been productive. Some things have worked out well, some have not. We tried our best in all areas, and that, in the end, is all you can do. Carol has relished the time in her garden and with children and grandchildren. (OK, so have I.) But after being at home for a couple of months, I realized that for the first time in my life, I was becoming concerned about the appearance of... my grass? And that's not me. (Don't get me wrong, I love that guy who mows his grass three times a week. His grass looks amazing. It's just that I have never been that guy). I decided that the FBI would call that a clue. I started driving for Uber. It's a HOOT! Carol has taken a contract job that will keep her occupied until about September of next year. Thanksgiving was fun, and we are now looking forward to Christmas with the family, with a real wood fire burning in the fireplace.
In in the spring, I intend to start to work on Sea Bird. She has been neglected, and I need to apologize. And repair. And upgrade. Because in the fall, after Carols contract ends, we intend to take her south once again, where we will leave her someplace warmer than here for the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays. And then, in Janurary, the coldest part of the season, perhaps we will venture to the Bahamas, where the warm winds will spirit her between the islands. And we will explore new lands, together. Again.