From: polar_palm_tree (no email)
Date: Fri Apr 13 2007 - 16:34:03 EDT
I had no clue that's the way women behave on boats. So, all I have to
do is kick back, work on my tan, and ask about meal time! Cool!!! But
wait…..I liked the little adventure of docking in cross winds with a
squirrelly current, so I could cozy up to some million dollar
lawyer's boat and play demolition derby in front of lots of
spectators! I suppose there would be some male jealousy involved with
that one!;) But working on a tan could be an adventure…but wait….I
live in a rain forest, we take great pride on our level of rust. Now
that does take great skill. It takes just the right amount of oil,
stretched out on the wet deck, soaking in all those raindrops. Why we
always go inside when the sun comes out. It ruins a good rust job!
Maybe that's why we're supposed to be in by 4:00? Of course you never
did mention which time zone. Us blonds are dumb that way. 4:00AM EST
is only noon (or midnight!) AKST! Maybe it was supposed to be 4:00 on
a Sunday so that Saturday night could be spent working out those
celestial sights! I do hate it though since it's usually cloudy here.
I can get the math done no problem, but I have a terrible time finding
Polaris through the rain clouds……But of course, I would be too busy
watching the rail go under water wondering about the boat's bottom
since we left her slip at the harbor….you know, wouldn't want to be
embarrassed in front of others. I would hate to have my bottom
showing….wondering…do I look fat in this outfit!!!??
Since a man will be handling all the sails I won't have to worry about
the difference when he screams ….the sheet….or did he say Oh Shit?
Maybe both? But hey, I'll learn to complain about playing MOB with
the new wench handle when we could just go buy a new one! But hey,
never trust a wench with her handle!
Good Luck, fair winds and enjoy your solitude…..
PS: Oh, don't worry about ever apologizing about anything. It would be
meaningless to worry about something so trivial when you are busy
leading a single-handers life.
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