Woke up this morning in a house. A real house. Let the dog out for a pee in the yard, cooked an omlette for breakfast. And it all took less energy than one filling up my water tanks. 
I forgot how much land life is the easy life. You don’t even have to pump your poo down the toilet.
They are all small things, but it all adds up to a much easier way of being, a much more comfortable way.

I think it’s seductive. And dangerous. Here’s hoping for a house fire or earthquake so Tracy doesn’t get too smitten. People don’t get that that kind of comfort is weakening – that it can trap you. I’m all for a certain level of comfort, but beyond that I’m suspicious.
What I do wish is that our galley was larger; it’s very hard cooking good food in such a small space. I threw together that smoked salmon and gouda omlette in such a short time I was amazed.

Yesterday I did some too-delayed maintenance, replacing pencil zincs and adding water to my batteries. One zinc was almost gone and the batteries were way too low. Sometimes life really gets in the way of getting stuff done.
But now that we are off the boat I can pull my engine if need be and get that red monster under control!

I went to Green Drinks last night and met several very interesting people. They had a silent auction and I had put up free sailing lessons as one of the prizes. It was very successful both in terms of the contacts I made, plus the fact that I gave out all my brochures and a whole whack of business cards. This city functions on networks and that’s the best way to get known.
And yet afterwards I felt a little down. Those who have read my Loser’s Guide know my values. Most of my life now is spent giving in various ways to others. Flogging my business feels a little wrong because it’s about me, about my desires, my wants.
I’ve spent so many years of my life focusing on what I want and yet it’s since I’ve focused more on other people that I’ve found much more contentment.
It’s why I’ll never be an entrepeneur. What I want really isn’t all that important.

We’ve all become so wrapped up on our own hungers and greeds and desires that we live in such tremendous wealth, in such stupifying comfort, while allowing our brothers and sisters go hungry, or die for want of clean water or inexpensive medicines. I’ve been as guilty of this as anyone, and it’s high time I made amends.

Owning this boat is the one great problem in my life – I so deeply love sailing, and yet it ties me down and consumes huge amounts of resources. If it was lost somehow, or I sold it, I would probably get something much, much smaller and simpler.

Easy summer sailing. Oh, gawd it looks so inviting…