Update As We Travel
20 November 2016 | Washington DC/Charlotte NC
Elizabeth
There has been much happening in our lives since I last posted on the blog and also in our nation. I won’t focus on the election other than to say this is how we felt the morning of November 9 waking up to a new world order. It was shocking, much like it might feel if a meteor fell on top of your car (as seen in front of the Hirshhorn Museum in Washington DC where we visited recently with family).
Ed, Luna and I are now in NC catching up with our kids, friends and colleagues. I have been tending to remaining professional issues from my private practice and we are taking care of other business. We had a security box at our home bank which we have closed out, a storage unit filled with particular treasures too precious to part with when we left to cruise full time that needs sorting, and we’ve been taking inventory of other possessions loaned out to friends in our absence. They have enjoyed having our artwork and pieces of furniture in their homes but are probably ready to have us load everything on a trailer to Maine. That won’t happen this trip, but soon.
Skylark is staying warm and dry in the boatyard and we’ll get her ready for the market next Spring. So many changes; it’s mind-boggling. The traffic in Charlotte is incessant, the building ventures booming, the residents dressed stylishly no matter where they are going. It’s a far cry from what we were used to as cruisers and currently in Maine. The pace here makes my head spin; I find myself seeking out corners of homes where the sun shines and the air is quiet. I get overwhelmed easily and while I’m sure that happened prior to our cruising, it seems I am ultra-sensitive to stimulation, now more than ever.
I have been pondering how to close out our sailblog. I’d hoped today might be the last post, but I’m not up to it just yet. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the next day. I know it’s coming but haven’t composed the body just yet. As a writer (of sorts), I can tell you this. When the words finish germinating in my head, they will beg to be let out where they can dance to their own music. I’ll give them a sprinkle of nourishment here and a pinch of good measure there, then let them have their way, moving with abandon as our cruising chapter takes a final bow without an encore in sight.