For some reason, I've spent the entire day convinced that it's Friday, not once realizing that if it were, I'm at the wrong latitude, with the wrong attitude. Friday morning at oh-dark-hundred, I'm on a plane bound for Sint Maarten, Netherlands Antilles, and a week as captain of a 46-foot yacht, and good times with good friends. 62 hours away, ( Read more... )

I spent the day today working on my race ride for 2009, the brand-new American Girl. She's going to be one fine, fast boat!


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Tell me this isn't poetry.

Once again with the tide she slips her lines ( Read more... )

Songs I love to hear while sailing:

Jimmy Buffett:
Son of a Son of a Sailor
A Pirate Looks at Forty

Grateful Dead:
Uncle John's Band

Crosby Stills and Nash:
Southern Cross
Cathedral
Wooden Ships
Suite: Judy Blue Eyes

Stan Rogers:
The Mary Ellen Carter
Barretts's Privateers
Bluenose

Bob Marley:
Redemption Song

...Until the St. Martin sailing trip! It can't come soon enough ( Read more... )

First hour: brilliant!
Second hour (and 8 minutes): WTF?

Ugh. Not the least bit satisfying. And the last 2 minutes were a slap in the face.

I'm sorry, but where are the answers you promised?

Here's the deal: between on-call duties and our dog being sick several nights in the past week, and work hell, I've averaged about 3 hours of sleep a night for a bit over a week. I'm toast. So Friday I'm probably going to crash early and catch BSG series finale on DVR on Saturday ( Read more... )

hollywd and I are at Hair on Broadway. Intermission, 5 minutes to post this.

We have Orchestra row B, left aisle seats, which is the front row because of the side stage stairs. You know, the ones the actors use all through the show to run down and interact with the audience ( Read more... )

The offer is in. Let the games begin ( Read more... )

We went to see the Scotch Plains house again today. Noticed a couple of things we didn't see the first time, but nothing to make us walk away. It's just such a great house, full of possibilities. Perfect? No. But I can really imagine hosting friends and family there, spending weekends working on the house and garden and lawns, and (eventually), ( Read more... )