All right, all right, simmer down. Yes, I am guilty. Guilty of sloth, guilty of sleep, guilty of reading good books for hours at a time, guilty of blog neglect. I admit it. Twenty lashes with a wet halyard. Contrary to what you may have been thinking, I’m not dead or critically injured. It’s just that the creative fire was kind of burned out for awhile, as in no little voice in my head talking to blog readers. Usually I’ve got a lot of goings on in the words department up in the little grey cells, playing with things I’d like to say on the blog. Lately, that has not been the case. I don’t like to force these issues but Mike was getting feedback at work to the tune of ‘How come you guys haven’t posted anything lately?’ and ‘Still no updates to the blog? What’s happening?”. Oh, the pressure! The PRESSURE!
Maybe it has something to do with resentment. That’s right. I resent the fact that we sat out the entire fall sailing season with a broken exhaust pipe. We have no one to blame but ourselves, but whatever. The good weather is behind us, the darkness has descended along with the cold. The long nights of winter are almost upon us and we still have an uninsulated boat. Read: cold and damp feeling. Ugh.
Until recently I had not been down to the marina for well over a month. Yes, it’s time to get brutally honest here. I had not even visited Galapagos in that long. And the danger of not engaging with a boat for even that short amount of time is that I begin to forget. I forget how happy we are to have her, how much fun we had on her this summer, all the projects I should feel jazzed about doing. I forget all of that. My connection with her and with our future with her grows thin and delicate. This is pretty dangerous. Because when that happens, I am not focused at all on the goal of cruising in the future. I am just focused on the here and now. I needed a cure for my attitude.
This week the cure came in three ways. First, I made myself go down to visit the boat and began to clean some of the stowage areas in preparation for insulating them (more about that in another post). Admittedly, I was not excited about the prospect of getting started on what will be a huge project. But when I climbed up the ladder and into the cockpit, I began to feel happiness! It was a noticeable thing, this happy and content feeling that came upon me as I climbed down into the salon. Galapagos seemed glad to see me, and I found myself patting her like a loyal companion and letting the joy seep into my cold bones. I wanted to just stand in the cabin and allow the feeling to sweep through me. We spent awhile together just hanging out before I started ripping the salon apart. My connection with her was back.
The second thing that happened is that I took a painting class. This has nothing to do with boating or sailing, but it’s something that I finally allowed myself to do just to enjoy the life I have right now, this very minute. It was awesome and now those creative fires are raging hot! Woo hoo! I love riding this kind of wave! If I have a goal with this, it’s to be able to enjoy some kind of art creation from the boat. We shall see if this is it. Who knows? And who cares? It’s just fun right now and that’s all I care about.
The third thing that happened is that Mike announced that after 18 years of being at Boeing, he finally has 4 weeks of paid vacation a year! Oh. My. GOD! What is this? Europe? By summer, if we are lucky, he will have 5 weeks to take for a sailing vacation. Oh, the places we could go with that amount of time! We can hardly stand it.
So all is well on the home front. The creative fires are stoked, and I feel more blog posts hanging out in the back regions of my brain. I went down to Galapagos today to retie her lines and re-position the spring line in anticipation of tonight’s wind event, if it happens. I checked my progress in the insulation department, made sure breakers were off, cranked the bilge pumps a couple of times, gave her a little pat and moseyed on home. She’s ready to go with her shiny new exhaust pipe. Maybe we will get her out of her slip during the Christmas holidays. She’d like that. And so would we.