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|11-09-2007 12:48 PM|
You could stay in your job as it's so close?
A perfect way to see if you'd like it! You could easily move aboard for a month or better to get the feel of it. Only use the house for laundry, etc.
Myself? Had I no responsibilites to anyone other than myself, and in your shoes? No question, sell the house, buy a bit bigger, better equipped boat and chase the dream. We only live once.
Best of luck however you decide.
|11-02-2007 02:18 PM|
Originally Posted by TrueBlue View Post
|11-02-2007 02:15 PM|
For a dog, I'm contantly amazed over how astute you can be.
|11-02-2007 02:09 PM|
|sailingdog||My guess is that TB ain't going out sailing this weekend.|
|11-02-2007 02:04 PM|
Originally Posted by HoffaLives View Post
|11-02-2007 01:56 PM|
Man, listing to you old farts babble turns me green with your talk of hurricane force winds and such. Out here in the Pacific Northwest, it's so still most of the time you can feel it when the old lady farts in the house next door. The autumn leaves get bored just hanging there, week after week. And sailors buy shares in oil companies so they can feel they are at least getting something back for all they spend on diesel.
There's a reason why McGregors are the Provincial duck up here in BC...
|11-02-2007 12:30 PM|
Compression post doubles as compressed air tank... that's just plain ingenous. Keeps the blow-up dolls nice 'n firm... Jesus, Bob... tears are coming down, streaming over my cheeks...
Noel's going in a straight line. You see that? Unbelievable. Three days to Novia Scotia. They say L.I., Block Island, etc. will likely see Hurricane force winds. It's blowing 25 kts off HHI right now... I have a storm jib on in place of my working jib that's been in the sewing shop. Think I might just keep the storm jib on.
|11-02-2007 12:02 PM|
Thanks hog for the rest of the story. Ya just gotta wonder what motivates some women in their choice of partners. Bob and the mate for example, heh heh.
The seasick bud bought a Nauticat at factory, did French canals, started Atlantic crossing and then bailed. Never asked why but at least he tried.
Got head on the mend and Capri buttoned up for the winter, fuel drained, teak oiled, battery charged ... dang, spent more time mowing 'round her this year than sailing. You fellas living on the salt are soooo fortunate. High desert sailing really sucks.
Gotta finish welding the compression post today ... makes a good tank for compressed air storage, 5.4 gal at 150 psi ... built engine driven pump from old a/c compressor ... good for air tools, air horns, vinyl crewmembers, etc.
Enjoy your weekend ... 'spose Noel might kick up a fuss do ya think?
|11-02-2007 10:39 AM|
I don't know what became of them. Had a memorable last episode with them, however. The morning they left they were in a race to get underway before the PO/slip owner arrived. The PO is a real scalliwag and was trying to charge them rent for the slip for the period before they even took possession of the boat, and he was on his way at that very moment, driving down from Beaufort, SC. The Readers' Digest version of the story: Just before casting off, he asked me if I had charts of the ICW between here and Florida and for the Bahamas. He literally asked me this as I held his stern line in my hand. No GPS, no charts. Just a general idea of where they wanted to go. I gave him a set of ICW charts for Georgia and N. Fla which I had on my boat, and told him he could have them on the condition that he didn't take them offshore in that boat. He had a useable jib aboard, but the main was shot. Hope he didn't kill her. She was a 26 yo doll and he was a very heavy drinker in his early forties... the kind of guy who picks his nose and wipes it on his t-shirt. I remember remarking that his girlfriend was a looker. He said, "And she does as she's told." I don't know what she was doing with him. I remember her walking around the dock barefoot in a summer dress while he'd be swearing his ass off from the engine compartment on his boat. He didn't exactly have his **** together, and she just seemed like a young, lost soul.
A friend arrived in town last night, and we're going out later. It's blowing out there, Cap'n Bob. I have a Racor filter element arriving by UPS sometime today, and I might wait for it to get here. Been having some problems in that department lately. Got the call yesterday from the sailmaker. He recut my jib, beefed up the leech and sewed some on sacrificial cloth. Looking forward to a good weekend. Hope that head of yours is on the mend. Stay in touch.
|11-01-2007 06:45 PM|
Oh, she's not much fer drinkin' ... well, a wee bit o' Vitalis now and then but not enough to have to go to the meetin's ...
So hawg, Bob's got stuff ta do ... did they make the AVI? Did they get married? Did love conquer all? Is the boat for sale? Can she house sit for Bob when he goes cruisin'? Does she look good applyin' bottom paint?
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