Search

Sassea Sails

SAILING, METAPHORS, ADVENTURE,

Let me Entertain Me…

A few days ago I took on the challenge to write extemporaneously about the word entertain. Today I found myself in a situation I did not like. It conjured up negative, anxious feelings as a result of two people not behaving the way I want them to. Thankfully, I turned my attention to physical activity as a way to dissuade behaving in a way I might regret like sailing upwind with the center board up.

After wheelbarrowing three loads of dead branches and other fallen twigs to our erosion prevention areas, I retreated to my office where the sun is so intense I have to wear my sunglasses to type this. Eventually I will have another area in the loft where I can write. For now, I will use the sun’s intensity to strengthen my resolve to find a humorous way to deal with the situation.

Accessing my sense of humor is how I will entertain my reaction to this situation. Sooner or later a verbal conversation will take place. I need some phrases to accurately express how I feel, what I think, and what I will do. In order to research an appropriate lexicon I need to leave this blog entry in search of self entertainment to deal with an otherwise day of beating to windward in a two foot chop and a 20 knot breeze on my Hobie 14.

Any ideas?  Feel free to comment on my blog or via my e-mail:  sassythesailor@gmail.com

 

 

Let me Entertain You

via Daily Prompt: Entertain  

I am choosing this topic in response to a challenge I received for writing a daily prompt. 

The enticing words to this ubiquitous song send me on an imaginative journey. What words can I use that will find you laughing one minute, sighing the next, and finally withdrawing into the depths of your heart? k

Do I begin with a joke? For the Florida Comprehensive Test of Achievement teachers prepared 4th grade students by encouraging them to begin their essays with an action word. So if I want to entertain you with a summary of my day’s adventure would Sailing to the Summit be a good intro?

I could follow up those words with Sailing to the Summit I slipped on the first snowy step. To save myself I grabbed a dead tree branch that was dangling next to me. ‘Snap went the branch.’ To add to my I Love Lucy adventure, another branch caught the outside pocket of my brand new backpack. The water bottle tumbled out, and as I reached for it with my foot, my whole body slid, not onto the clean freshly fallen snow. No, that would have just gotten me wet. Rather, I slithered onto the slippery slope covered in mud.

How is that for the beginning of an entertaining tale? Does it make you laugh? Is it lighthearted, at least? After hearing comments, I will continue with a transition to a sigh, than end with a soothing cup of warm cider to warm your heart.

What Does it Take to Write a Book

It seems so simple, compile my thoughts, write them down, then put them in a logical order. Hmmm, guess I better get started. After all books do not write themselves.

Perhaps it is like baking a cake. In that case here is a format:

Baking a Cake Writing a Book
1. Gather Ingredients

Use ingredients in the pantry

Purchase ingredients needed

 

1. Gather ideas

Use previously written material

Create new material

2. Combine ingredients in a

particular order

2. Fomat a logical flow

 

      Mix liquids       Create a Table of Contents
      Mix dry ingredients       Create Appendixes for clarification
           Fold dry ingredients into

the wet  ones

3. Write an introduction
3.  Bake 4. Write a summary

 

Validation

About 8 years ago in the tiny town of Chesapeake City an aspiring sailor took the time out of her day to drive a long way to meet me at the dock. A stranger, a gal named Suky, who I read about wanted to get to know me.  Meeting Suky  was the first validation I received as a solo sailor. All my friends, family and colleagues knew of my adventure but it was Suky who made me feel accepted into the world of solo sailing.  Now that I am on respite from sailing it is reading about Suky’s adventures that keeps my dream of sailing alone offshore alive.

Another respected sailor is Sherry McCampbell. I remain in awe of her perseverance to stick with her goal to sail around the world. The days when Sherry and I walked the beaches of Indialantic, Florida are as vivid as if they are still happening. We jabbered with each sandy step. Sherry wanted and found a compatible mate, who she married.  Me, I took the solo route. And, then, I fell into lust over a man who still makes my knees shake when he smiles at me.

While Sherry and her husband Dave are now about halfway around the world, after six years into their ten year circumnavigation, I am learning the ropes of being an unmarried housewife, a fraulein, living at the rural, arid gateway to the Rocky Mountains with a man I adore. Admittedly I am somewhat embarrassed  that I have yet to finish my solo circumnavigation.  Reflecting on the morning Suky showed up at the passage between the Delaware and Chesapeake Rivers which substantiated my need to have someone else  belief that I have the ability to sail where, when and how I choose to navigate the world.

In my heart I know I will sail again. It is in my soul (and my budget)…

 

 

Take It In

“Take it all in, it’s as big as it seems, count all your blessings and remember your dreams…” -Jimmy Buffet

This quote was e-mailed to me from my new friend and author, Laura Carter, in Navajo Ranch, Colorado.    It is  apropos because for 69 years I lived at sea level.  Now, I am living in a cozy cabin at 7000 feet above sea level. Though the air is thinner, out the window is a fourteener begging to be climbed.

Childless

Childless

 

While reading a book by local author Laura Lee Carter,  I was awed by her conviction that not raising children was a good decision. For me, remaining motherless made sense. Although I am not certain of Laura’s reasoning, mine was simple. What would I do with an infant? How could I go to work? What would I do if my baby cried or got hurt?

In my late twenties as I entered a career in education I became intrigued with the ability and love parents had for fostering a ‘better life’ for their children. How in the world they maintained a full time position, got the kids to school on time, made their lunches, prepared dinner, took them for medical care, paid for boy scouts or piano lessons? When did the parents get to play?  And my sister, how did she find a man to love, marry and provide the financial support for them to raise four children? I couldn’t seem to figure it out.

In my thirties, I met a gal who was passionate about sailing and being a mom. I can remember thinking and sometimes admonishing her for wanting to bring her baby along on sailing events. “I can’t concentrate on racing during the day and resting at night with your 3-year-old hanging out with us.”

In my forties, my husband and I were settled into a routine. After twenty years of steady income we could afford to have a child. Well, it never happened for reasons that I may explore in future blogs.

By fifty and surely by sixty my remark when asked if I had any kids was a simple quip, “I used to be too young, now I am too old.”

Reaching 70, do I regret it? No, I lived a good life and like everyone I ever met and many I never will meet, I made the best decisions with the knowledge and beliefs I held at the time.

Standing Waves

fullsizeoutput_2bfbViewing the Spanish Peaks Mountain Range, from our loft window,  there was relief knowing I am not as far from sailing the great oceans of our world as I once feared. The old downhill ski resort clearly shows the trails of a once thriving playground for winter sports.   From about 15 miles away the scenery is a reminder of how I connected sailing and surfing to skiing during my two years on the slopes of New Hampshire.  The drudgingly slow and breathtaking steps when hiking up a mountain has some semblance to sailing upwind in a stiff blow when it is 2 am and all you really want to do is  climb into your bunk. To get that extra 1/4 knot of speed you crank the winch. Your inner voice repeats a common refrain, “just keep moving, slowly and steadily, you are almost there.” 

Unlike the rise and fall of the ocean’s swell the mountains are solidly held in place or so it may seem. The earth is in constant motion. It perpetually  spins on its own axis while traveling around the sun causing winds, currents and temperatures to change. Inevitably this results in the evolving landscapes around the world. An earthquake is an example of how pressure from deep beneath the earth’s surface creates one of the most wondrous and destructive forces, illustrating the ever-changing motion of mother earth. 

In this manner, it can be argued that those majestic snow-capped mountains seen outside my upstairs windows, are not static. Rather, due the the earth’s vibrations,  they can be considered standing waves whose movement can only be detected by a sophisticated seismograph. In contrast,  sailors and surfers expect a wave to continue its path. Without warning about the second the wave is expected to crest, it seems to pause, leaving the boat or surfer hovering in curious wonderment before the wave returns to its destined crash  into a thunderous roar.  

Do the waves actually stop moving? Do the mountains really move? Or, do I just need to rationalize my new lifestyle 2000 miles away from the ocean’s door?

Getting Closer

Mile by mile, interstate by highway, town by town and city by city, is how we planned to explore northern New Mexico, Arizona,  and southern Colorado and Utah.  It was to be a pleasure trip with an eye out  for possible places to live.  Would you believe we chose the first house we noted had a ‘for sale’ sign posted in the driveway?  Rather than keep looking we scurried  to buy this love at first site 4 acre wooded lot with a cozy cabin like house on Buffalo Road.  Purchasing our first home together was an iterative process for which we made a plan.

ISqtfhreaslahe1000000000

We transferred money from one bank to another then wrote an acceptable check to the realtor for the agreed amount of earnest money.  Ron and a local builder surveyed the structure of the house. They climbed up onto the roof then, they crept on their bellies in the crawl space under the house.  All the while I romped throughout the rooms and loft.  I peeked in the closets, cabinets and drawers.

Together Ron and I drove back to Everglades City.  He bought and installed window shades for the porch. He painted the porch, downstairs and staircase. I vacuumed, vacuumed, then vacuumed some more. We both packed,  packed, then packed some more.

I sold my Windrider 17,  my cute VW Beetle Convertible and a Fortress x7 anchor.  I purchased a 2018 blue Subaru Crosstrek.  I  rented a 5 x 8 ft uhaul trailer and  Ron rented a 6 x 12 uhaul trailer. We loaded both trailers. Ron left. About four hours later, after getting my dental work completed, I left.  Ron arrived at his brother Jack and sister-in-law Amy’s house in the afternoon. I spent the night at Linda and Mike’s then drove to Jack and Amy’s in the morning.

We had a traditional breakfast with ham, eggs, potatoes and grits at the local Waffle House. It was fun  visiting with Jack n Amy, Lauren, Kristen and Joan n Laddie. The next day we all attended the wedding of Jack and Amy’s son which honored the legal and pastoral blessing of two young adults, Kelsie and Dante.  The ceremony also symbolized the new life Ron and I are embarking on without the legal entanglements of a marriage license or religious involvement. Despite these differences, both the young couple and us oldsters,  have committed to love and cherish each other til death due them part.

Now after two days of driving, from Jacksonville to Little Rock, Ron and I already slithered into our sleeping bags. It isn’t even 6:45 pm. Yet, giggly as newlyweds, with our cherished good-night kiss we vowed to get on the road as early as 5 am. Being as we are half way to Walsenburg, why twaddle?. We are on a mission to cross the threshold of our new lifestyle.

Cheers and good wishes to all, , ,

Subscribe or Unsubscribe

With the passing of one life’s chapter and onto a chilling new one, the dilemma of which subscriptions to keep and which ones to let drift off is haunting. It is like saying goodbye to friends. Keeping them takes time. How many newsletters can I read each month?

My commitment to make use of the anticipated days, weeks and hours spent indoors in front of the wood burning stove or up in the loft contemplating the stillness of a fourteen thousand foot high mountain peak needs to be honored. If I am going to devote 4 – 6 hours a day writing I have to be more selective in choosing what to read.

Reading about my life’s passions is inspiring. It is a double edge sword. I don’t want to miss an opportunity to stay active while garnering insights. Yet, I want to avoid distractions. With ADHD comes the constant interruption. There is a movie about a dog who perpetually chases squirrels. Squirrels have become my token to remind me to stay put. In fact I bought a little ceramic squirrel for my herb garden. It was easy to decide to take him from the hot, humid swamp land to the frigid below freezing temperatures where he will reside at 7000 feet above sea level. Maybe he will perch himself on the windowsill where the view of Spanish Peaks beckons me to climb.

Back to subscriptions, it is with sadness that I bid my membership with the East Coast Sailing Association Adieu. I already cancelled my membership with the Melbourne Yacht Club last year. Recently, I resigned from the Board of Directors with the Museum of the Everglades.

Thankfully the internet allows connection with these three groups. Although I won’t get the privileged membership benefits, it is consoling to know that even when one unsubscribes, they can still stay up to date.

 

 

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑