I certainly hope I won't get in trouble for posting
this paragraph from their blog.
It is a concern which was immediately answered by Eric.
Some of the SA posters "get it" but a lot do not.
Here's a clip from Charlotte's post.
I'm sure you will see that Eric was quick to help make amends for her discomfort.
"I was not happy. I felt sick. I felt like an automaton, existing only for the survival of my children
, and yes, OF COURSE, I’m here for the survival of my children
, but my god, I just needed-to-change-my-pad, wash-my-hands, eat-some-chocolate, and BREATHE for one goddamn second without having to worry about the kids
. And so.
And so, we got Cora watching a movie
, and Eric entertaining Lyra, and I crawled into the quarter berth, clutched my abdomen, and tried to sleep. I had stress dreams about my face breaking out in boils, and the girls’ faces too, and then there was no way to fix it, and I woke up and stumbled out of the berth and asked Eric point blank,
“How long would it take you to sail around the world yourself?” “I don’t know. Figure a month from here, a month from there, if I went non-stop, maybe six months? Eight months? Who knows? Why?” “I’m just wondering if you could sail around the world, and I could take the girls and fly to my sister’s and wait it out there. Realistically, how long?” And Eric gently set Lyra down, placing her against a port-side bulkhead so she wouldn’t go flying, and responded, “You know, I can change the sail configuration a bit.” “What? I had no idea.” I’m such a noob to sailing long distances. “Yeah…just give me a sec.” And I crumpled to floor next to Lyra and tried to convince my stomach that I wasn’t nauseous. A few minutes later, Eric popped into view from the companionway
. “Is that better?” And believe it or not, it was. I nodded, disbelieving. “Hold on, one more adjustment.”
Within a minute or two things were so much more bearable. I’m sure Eric can/will write a post explaining what he did to change things around. I know in layperson’s terms he had basically been trying to get us as due west as possible to avoid the coastal eddy effect that had been dragging us southward and he had us on a beat, which is always a pain in the neck to experience. Sailing “on a beat” means sailing into the wind
, and there is an expression that explains that “gentlemen don’t sail to windward” and crikey, I can see why. Awful stuff." [clipped]
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