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0300 thoughts
04/15/2012
Living aboard, living the cruising life, isn't always lost boys, wendy, fights with pirates, tinkerbell, pixie-dust and never-never land. Sometimes real life insists on equal time:
04/15/2012 | Kate
Hey dad, I love you and am proud to be your daughter ... And yes DJ is gonna need you to teach him all sorts of things
04/15/2012 | Ro
You made me cry with this one, Dave. It touched all the places that evoke tender responses. The passing of friends and family; the responsibilities of community; the value of being on the giving and receiving end of honor and respect; and putting aside the desire to throttle people who, though they need throttling, don't need it badly enough to hurt folks in collateral damage. You've got lots to do yet. Dot, DJ and a host of others need you to show them a few things. Here's hoping you avoid the front of the line for years.
04/15/2012 | Mike ferguson
Thanks Dave for pressing my button. There was nothing more important that I could have been doing than go with you to Bill's memorial service. Bill was a quality guy, and deserved all the praises that were bestowed upon him by his friends and family. Kind of a full circle day with first the memorial, and then the baby shower.
04/15/2012 | Dennis Mc
Well said Dave. I went through the same thought process too. Bill did my background as well and also gave us a black lab puppy when my kids were young. That was one great memorial service and I'm glad I attended.
04/30/2012 | Vincent
Thanks for the note. Yes, mortality, the real underlying question of every act, every day, every event, every observation, ... life, where does it come from, where is it going. what, or who is it for? I am grateful as well to be Dad' son.
05/11/2012 | Donna R
Beautifully written Dave, sorry about the dread factor when it comes to these events, I guess, sn my own way, I have been sailing, mostly alone for most of my life, trying to steer clear of toxic types, DJ will be very lucky You and your beloved are on the leading edge of consciousness because your integrity and hearts were planted firmly in ethics and morality.
Home again, home again, jiggity jog
04/01/2012, photo: Arlene, Nela, Tjasa at Leung Shuen Wan, Hong Kong
March 17, St Patrick's Day, I went up to Pleasant Hill Cemetery to visit my dad, and share a few drops of his favorite Tillamora Dew with him. Possibly a few too many drops into communing with Dad, I spied what appeared to be a leprechaun, peering at me from behind the bench and memorial structure at Charlie Shultz's grave a few yards away. Thinking this was my chance for that pot-o-gold, I tried sneaking up on the little fellow, but he took off thru the gravestones, jiggity jig, like a winger on a rugby pitch with me in full pursuit... until I fell headlong into an open grave - lights out! When I gained consciousness, it was night-time and I was sprawled on a set of stone steps, with strange, but familiar lights, sounds and smells around me... the sampan quay at Sui King ma tau, Sham Wan, Hong Kong! It's taken 'til now, April Fool's Day to find my way home.
04/04/2012 | Deneva
I especially hated those rice husk pillows!
04/05/2012 | dave
One of those true and trusted co-workers described above, sent me an email regards the issue of leprechauns:
"Don't give up on that pot of gold! I think catching a leprechaun is not as un-likely as those little folk may want us to think. The rumor that catching one is difficult could be a carefully propagated defensive strategy to protect their gold. If the truth be known, catching a leprechaun and collecting its gold, may be (statistically) more achievable than winning the lotto. And we know people do win the lotto. Plus, the process of seeking a leprechaun could be a lot more fun. As I understand the process, and not that I do understand it due to my sheltered existence, I understand several beers are needed for a successful hunt; some for drinking and some for sharing. The possibly of the hunter sharing beer is what lures the leprechauns out into view." Wise words... I'll bet Alaskan Amber would be the best bait, followed closely by Boont Amber Dawn Patrol
03/13/2012, Doran Beach
Good morning boys and girls! And despite Bodega Bay's well-earned reputation as "Blow-dega Bay", not to mention the fog; there have been some spectacularly beautiful mornings. On those mornings, we tend to take the boys - Rusty & Rascal - over to Doran Beach (rather than our normal walks out of Spud Pt Marina). But this morning, 13 March, it's blowing and raining, 15' combined seas outside, and as you might imagine, they boys were not amused on their morning walk. Dot and I wore complete sets of foulies and boots. Rusty visibly hated it so much he never relaxed enough to take his morning poop. And now he's hiding under a blanket.
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