I won't apologize for a long period of no posting, since choosing what to write when is one of the great prerogatives of a free country. Besides, there's too much to do in our too brief summer to sit inside at the computer. That is a winter activity, which I will be resuming in a few short weeks, along with eternal snow shoveling.
But this morning, since it's downpouring, leaving me unable to fit a finished canvas project on a wet boat, here I sit. Since I already cleaned the house, I'm typing randomly, filling the time until my world dries off a bit.
Fourth of July was a repeat of two years ago, and last year, down to the sunset. Minus our great launch, however, as that boat still isn't in the water. The owner of the boat we partied upon had to ferry us in his inflatable dinghy in shifts, meaning lots more work for him. Also this year, his sailboat had the full complement of two masts, instead of just one.
A friend sailed his small boat up and rafted alongside to enjoy the fireworks. When the show was over, he cast off under sail, gliding past our bow in the darkness.
It's funny how a random image can pitchpole a person right down a wave of memories.
Here is another one that caused me to crave life under sail:
Don't worry, it's only a fleeting feeling. Like a recovered crack addict, the moment will pass, and I'll continue on contentedly with my landlubber life.
