A Rock Feels No Pain

In despero , obscurum ; In Diligo , Lux lucis. (In despair, darkness; In Love, Light). -Me

Better Days, Hard one coming up

Original post date was August 20, 2006

Yesterday and today were better days. I like having the family home; it makes a world of difference. Lynn was after me via the phone on Friday, because I hadn’t yet called the other psycho dude. I did that, so I’ll see him/her on the 13th of September; or, the 23rd, I can’t remember right now. Doesn’t matter a lot, they send a bunch of paperwork I have to fill out first anyway.

Sailed both Saturday and Sunday, that was excellent; everyone was being mellow; they had a brutal drive home, with JT unable to help out. So the full 24 hours of driving in 3 days, fell to Lynn- she was wiped out. Seems to be feeling better tonight though, so that’s good.

We’ve been collecting stuff for the big move on Thursday; chair, bedding, desk lamp, etc, etc.

I hate it.

I know, you work and teach and deal with the bumps and bruises and the heartaches and headaches, to get them ready to move on, to move away from the “mom and dad looking over your shoulder” to the first steps towards independence.

I know all that, but how come no one told me how hard it would be? He hasn’t even left yet, and I miss him! How goofy is that? And, why would I seem to have to anticipate it? I mean, isn’t Thursday soon enough? Maybe it’s because I’ve hardly seen him- he’s running around to see all his friends, who are also running around getting ready to spread across the country, and so it’s as if he’s already halfway gone?

I don’t know, but I know Thursday is going to be a wild mixed up mess, sad and proud and happy and bummed and all that goes along with it.


Filed under: family, sailing

Oooowwweeey (AKA some people never learn)

Original posting date was July 29th, 2006

I haven’t been so dumb about the sun in a long, loong, time. Ouch. I hurt on the backs of my shoulders (and I thought I had the shirt on again soon enough!), the tops of my ears (yes, a dumb spot, but always the first to fry) and the tops of my thighs, at my knees.

#1 says that if I get any redder, it’s going to look like paint. Ouch!

However, I really can’t complain other than that. We got up early and headed directly to the east side of the river, to meet the PO and take delivery. We were there early, and stopped at a little turn-out on the way in, and were looking over the river when he arrived, also early.

He had some more manuals and the waypoints for the trip to Block Island printed for me, in case I decide to try that; and, he needed to retrieve a box of drill bits that he’d left aboard. So the three of us strolled out the dock to the boat, and as I warmed the engine, you could see the hurting in his eyes, and the way he stood watching. He looked so forlorn, as he cast off the lines for the last time, and I backed out of the slip.

The boy said he walked ahead to the shore, as he felt that this was a very hard time; PO has had the boat for a while, with a lot of family adventures and single-handed sailing too, and it showed.

However, we are going to treat her right, and use her well; as I motored across to the boat club, to pick up the boy, I could feel the excitement building. I paced impatiently as I waited for him to arrive, so we could have our first cruise- and a joy it was!

The wind was easy at first, then died off to almost nothing; mid-afternoon we had an hour or two of perfect sailing wind, heeling nicely and moving well. As we turned to head back, the wind faded again and we ended up motoring in the last bit- as #1 put it then, “To save your skin, from becoming paint!”

What a joy it was to sail with him; we got to chatter about nothing, and lay back and listen. We told really bad jokes, and talked of life and love and friendship, boats and cars and girls and bowling. We talked about whatever, and it was grand.

When we returned, I realized that the cleats on this boat are smaller, and I’ll have to replace my mooring’s harness to fit, so we put her on the guest mooring tonight. Tomorrow, to the store, fix the mooring, and then back on the water- with LOTS of sunblock, I assure you!


Filed under: sailing

HMS Pinafore

Original posting date was July 23rd, 2006

I am no longer to be considered “The guy who used to be Sailor but his boat wouldn’t float anymore so now he’s not sailing.”

No, from now on, I’m back to being “Sailor, the guy who was Sailor and then wasn’t for a while and now he is again.”

To wordy, you say? Oh, ok. Just call me Sailor then. As of this morning, after trying out H.M.S. Pinafore , an O’Day 22 that you can see here.

I met the owners at the dock again, this morning at 0930, and we sailed her out, and a ways up the Hudson. Fair north wind, very low cloud cover, splatterings of raindrops every once in a while, just to keep us guessing, and it was wonderful.

She’s lighter on the helm than the Venture is, and very much more stable. This boat is set up for single-handing, as a cruiser (rather than racing), which suits me just fine. The equipment list is amusing, in one way, for a 22 foot boat; on the other hand, the prior owner sailed her to Block Island, not once but several times; and I guess, if you’re going to take a 22 foot shoal-draft sailboat on a 40-hour coastal cruise, you better have the right equipment.

She does- lets see: 3 sails, all in good shape; A 9.9 hp engine, spare tiller, spare rudder; solar panels to charge the 40 hour battery; GPS; VHF Ship-to-shore; auto-helm autopilot; alcohol stove; sink with pump water; porta-potty; four bunks; flares, raft, 6 brand-new pfd’s (life jackets) in their wrappers still.

She comes about like a dream, which is such a nice change from the Venture, which was often a struggle in light air, to bring her head around. Running is easy, very solid feel with the fin keel. On a reach, she’ll heel just enough to build speed, before stiffening nicely and you get the feeling she can stay just so, for as long as you’d like to go.

So, I’ll meet them again on Tuesday, to finalize and arrange for a pickup time; I have to get in touch with a friend and have him drive my truck back across to the boat club, and then I need to arrange to pickup the trailer at some time as well.

What then, you ask? Well, there’s all the “fun” little things, like arranging the lockers just so, and learning the most efficient points of sail and all.. so basically, what then is I’m gonna be sailing again!

Filed under: sailing

Depressing and not-so-much

This weekend has been mellow, but not depressing. I’m not really sure what the difference is, from last week to now; perhaps just knowing that I’m not the only one who feels as I do is helping.

Interestingly, to me anyway, I’m finding that in several of the blogs I read routinely, the author’s are also referencing being down, being depressed, feeling useless, writing to “postsecret”, and some other comments that I hadn’t really noticed before. I’m not sure that means they weren’t there, or that I wasn’t clued into the key words, or what. I’m also not sure what, if anything, it means to me, other than even in the cloud of the internet, like attracts like?

Seeking out a new boat is an up and down process as well, I’m finding. Unfortunately, when you’re in the market for a 22-25 foot sailboat, with storage trailer, cruising style, single-handed setup, and not too expensive; well, the unfortunate part is that the nearest suitable results on preliminary searches are many hours driving. That would be just to make the cursory inspection, the initial “is this suitable at all” look. After that, surveys, sea trials, etc, etc.

I really like the looks of the Alberg Kittiwake, or the Bristol 22. The bad part is that none of the available boats come with trailers, and only one of the Bristol’s even has a cradle. That means I’d have to work out some way to keep the Venture’s trailer and have it modified, or find an affordable trailer to add to the new boat; and, since there’s no guarantee of finding a used, suitable trailer, I’d have to plan for the worst-case which would be a custom new, and they run approximately 1500.00+ for similar length Catalinas.

Which, of course, leads to the Catalina 22, third on the list. A very nice boat, but just not as viscerally appealing to me. Practically speaking, probably the best choice, as it’s cheaper (more were made), it’s more readily available, and much, much more likely to come with a trailer.

Heigh Ho, what to do? I dunno, but I figure it’s going to work out somehow.

Fair Winds

Filed under: sailing

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