Weekends…

…are always a busy time for me, especially in the summer.  So busy, in fact, that from Friday through until Monday I’m all but non-existent within the online world. I may peek in on email and such, but it’s not until Monday morning that I start to catch up on all comments and correspondence. And I think I’m just about done for the moment.

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2 responses to “Weekends…

  1. CE, always enjoy your writings. I enjoy seeing your projects also. Sold my sailboat last Sept. almost a year ago as the tide slides. Well, it wasn’t a happy time, and still isn’t. I miss the smell of offshore salt air, the nights when the stars fall on everybody, except for those that aren’t looking. I have to admit that your engine room looks too inviting. Your projects bring back the mystery of boat repair. On both hands my two longest fingers are the result of turning nuts, bit by bit off bolts frozen in place from age and rust.
    The memories relived often in my writing, and if I get too lonesome I think about going out and punching out my trucks engine just to skin a few joints, or raise up under a overhead just to get a knot on my head. If that is not enough I take a cold shower to remember to fix the hot water heater, or just turn on one fan at night to remember to fix the other two. The only thing that was always there and dependable was my one reading lamp over the stern bunk. I made sure that was always working.
    Even the bad memories concerning the lobster pot line that got in my prop isn’t so bad. The hours it took, the heart attacks I didn’t have, but thought I would. Those come along with the beauty of the night travel under a blanket of stars. Yes, it is worth it all, I just did not record it on film as you guys did.
    I appreciate you and your husband, and the work you do on your baby. I haven’t read your book as of yet, but glad you opened that door to its distribution. I think of the e publishing like Christian Rock music. It doesn’t matter what messenger brings you the story as long as it gets out there. I still have many paper books yet to read, and miles of print to lay before I will be ready to go that route, but chase my joy till it sway backs the story.

  2. Thank you, Gerald! Beautifully said. I’ve heard the best memories come from the worst moments, and this boat has provided us some amazing memories in the short time we’ve owned her. My friend Butch used to tell me “It’s a boat. Watch the engine hours. Every 25 or so, expect something to break, and you won’t be disappointed.” I’ve always said my husband and I are a bit crazy – we’d have to be to put up with each other – but we both get some twisted satisfaction from working together on the boat and we make a good team. I’m curious to see what we’ll do once we run out of things to fix…. no, wait. What am I saying? There will always be *something* to fix! But once the main restoration is over, I figure we can build a nice little sailing dinghy, because as much as I love the trawler, I really miss sailing!

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