Anyone familiar with the Maine humorist Marshall Dodge and his "Bert and I" recordings will remember the lobstermen whose chart had blown overboard. Not knowing where they were the response was "Hurry up and get us onto the next page!" Such was the case as the Lake Michigan chart book gave way to the Lake Huron chart book.
Finding no room at the Mackinac Island dock Whisper spent a nervous night at anchor with her tail to a seawall. Winds building to 25 - 30 kt in the morning dictated a motor upwind to Mackinaw City where shower, groceries, laundry and a good night's sleep awaited.
Being an impecunious cruising sailor I object to paying dockage fees. But as Whisper's crew desperately needs a lay day to fix what's not working right, rest and recover, so be it.
Turning the corner has been as much a mental exercise as physical. What has been a pretty happy home for the past 3 years is now a lake and a landmass away.
So will somebody please explain to me why it's so damned hard to live with a decision once it's made?
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Reality can be a cruel mistress. Given time you'll find your groove. Don't give in. I know it's difficult giving up the creature comforts but after some time somehow, you'll stop missing all those land-born luxuries(yah, right!)...and ... it's all good. It takes time to adjust. May the power of a thousand sailors be with you!
ReplyDeleteand oh,...... you can't get theyah from heeyah!
ReplyDelete"Thoughts lead to purposes, my friend; purposes go forth in action; actions form habits; habits decide character and character fixes our destiny." You always have marched to a different drummer...we know that:-) Stay safe dear Captain...and please do shower soon....the seagulls will be circling soon!
ReplyDeleteDecision chuckle of the day:
ReplyDeleteGET AS MUCH INFORMATION AS YOU CAN BEFORE MAKING A DECISION:-)
A professional carpet-layer stepped back to admire his customary flawless work. While surveying the installed carpet, he reached into his shirt pocket for a cigarette, and realized the pack was missing. At the same time, he noticed a lump under the carpet in the middle of the room, about the size of the missing cigarette pack. Frustrated with his carelessness, the carpet-layer realized he was in a predicament because there was no way to retrieve his cigarette pack from under the attached carpet without ripping everything up and starting over. Finally, he decided to beat the object flat, thereby destroying any evidence of his mistake. Satisfied with the outcome, he picked up his tools and began loading his truck. He couldn't believe his eyes: On the seat of his truck was the mislaid pack of cigarettes. At that moment, the homeowner's voice broke his disbelief by saying, "Hey, have you seen my son's gerbil?"