Every so often, and more frequently lately, I seem to be having mortality reminders. After 64 years of reflection, I have decided there is little or no reason for things that befall us. My current mental construct is that Zeus is living somewhere up there, and from time to time he either gets drunk or [...]

21 February 2017

Wondering Where The Lions Are

OK, so as part of being a marina resident, I get access to the luxury hotel amenities, which include a lap pool. I finally went wandering about the complex yesterday and found the pool.

Still I remain tied to the mast

Today marks four months living aboard Song Line. Wow. She has become my comfort space and my happy place, as well as home. I thought I'd post a link to my travel map and do some updating.

Boat drinks

21 December 2016

Just in case there is ever a question as to why I am here, my computer shows it's 37 in my old home town of Rohnert Park. No, that's in Fahrenheit, not Celsius. It is the first day of winter, and I am in my desired attire of T-shirt, shorts, and sandals. It's 72 here at 10am with a prediction of 85 for the high.

I just finished up most of my tasks for buttoning down Song Line. The sails are furled and covered, the garbage is dumped, the boom tent is up, and the diesel cans are in the dock locker. I pulled the dinghy off the foredeck, where it had been secured for transit. I'll pump it up, get it into the water, and mount the outboard engine in a few.

In all but name, Saint Somewhere.

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