Shilsholed

Fisher just wrote a great post on morning-in-the-life… we were talking tonight about the curse/blessing of marina life. You have to walk these long slip ways to get to and from your boat. You have to use communal showers, laundry and parking lots. It doesn’t take long to know the other marina folk and there in lies the problem/blessing.

It’s virtually impossible to avoid talking to people down here which, on one hand, is wonderful – especially since they’re almost all super interesting people. But, when you’re in a hurry (I know – you shouldn’t ever be in a hurry) or really have to go to the bathroom it feels like running the gauntlet trying to avoid the normally great talks you just sort of run into all over down here.

Take yesterday. I was kind of looking forward to doing nothing and zoning out (I’m ambitious that way) but, I ran into Fisher. It was windy and I think I was literally incapable of not saying “lets go sailing” – because, well, that’s why we do this insane boat lifestyle. Well – he was helping J & C move out of their Lake Union house boat onto their sailboat (yeah – they have it rough). So – of course – I had to help too and 30 minutes later we’re over at the house boat moving stuff.

We got free pizza out of it and I got to prove once again that a 1976 BMW 2002 is the ultimate vehicle – especially for aspiring dinghy sailors… Fisher’s El Toro: