Sunday, September 19, 2004


This is a day to be marked with a white stone. I found a boat to replace the RD 1 that died a horrible death in hurricane Frances. Actually, this is a winner for me because there were things about the other one that needed attending to and I really don't have a lot of time right now.

Anyhow, I was talking about maybe looking for a Piver Tri but the ones that I saw in the ads were either junk or way way out of my range so I've been kind of half heartedly looking in the Boat Trader and Ebay and I saw a 27 foot Irwin that sounded good and the price was right so I bid on it. When I was outbid on it I wasn't too surprised but I WAS surprised when they emailed me back yesterday and said that the winner of the auction had bolted and did I want to take the boat. Heck, I felt like a lottery winner. I've always said that I'd rather be lucky than smart and it's true.

It's as if the girl really wanted to be moved to Florida and heard my name mentioned. How could I turn it down.

The adventure part is going after her. She's in Brookline MA, which is a suburb of Boston. Now I'm shopping for another GPS. The other one is somewhere on the bottom of the turning basin over at Nelson's Marine in Titusville. They hauled the old boat out of the pit last week and I absolutely weeped to see the giant hole that the short piling of the liveaboard dock beat into the bottom.

And look: It's as if the old lady took the time out from dying and being buried to go out and find me a new girl. Shit. I may start weeping again. WTF.

OK... Boston. I have to get a couple of weeks off from the salt mine. I've got to go pick up my girl.