I’ve been living ashore now for 21 years and I really hate it. I have accumulated so much junk that I’m thinking living in S. Calif would not be so bad an idea right now (house fires).
Yesterday was our 11th wedding anniversary and it just went right over my
head.
I knew there was something about the date but it just slipped away with all the stupid projects around the house. It a good thing I didn’t have anything to do with the
boat yesterday or my ass would be
grass.
The
weather is getting cold now, so I cleaned out the shop to make room to
work inside. And being the pack rat that I am I looked around and said to myself “why have I collected all this stuff?” It’s mostly tools and materials related to projects, including the
boat.
I keep convincing myself that $$$ saved is $$$ earned. But the
time is not replaceable. Between my job and my house stuff, I don’t have any time to myself or us. I was only able to go out sailing two weekends this year, all because I was too busy with house, yard and vehicle projects. Plus, my regular job and another company, I rebuilt his 30” ball grinder and then modified a big lathe to rough turn valve balls.
So, yesterday, I couldn’t even remember what day it was. Now I’m on the wife’s Sh** list for a while. She forgot three years ago, but that doesn’t count.
It seems setting priorities is the one of hardest things to do in life. One bad decision and your day, or week or life is screwed, the same as being at sea.
I remember one thing my father (a Merchant Marine) told me long ago when so strong willed; “That I’m not qualified to run my own life”. Meaning that I’ve never been this old before so how do I know how to react to life’s problems without the advise of someone more experienced. There are two ways; by chance or by
training, and that gets back to decision making.
So today was a wake-up call. I need to keep my calendar up to date. That’s the only way I can keep track until I unload this land-based burden. Then of course, I’ll
head to the S. Pac. and start all over again. But to modern man this is the only true freedom left; being able to move at will, and even that is becoming more difficult with time.
Thanks for listening! Now, back to
work.