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:
Home again, home again, jiggity jog04/01/2012, 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.
Dawn Patrol03/13/2012, 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.