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All through my school years my teachers criticized me for day dreaming. In fact I did and barely made it through to graduate from high school. Here, some 50 years later, I can't focus at all on anything. My mind keeps drifting back to Oak Bay on Lake Powell and the fun it was to attend our first "gathering" and enjoy the camaraderie of other cruisers.
Now, I look out at my deck that has 2 feet of snow on it and can't help but think how long this winter has been and how lonely "still crazy" must be in her storage. At age 68, I also see the sands of time quickly oozing down into the skinny part of the hour glass. It's kind of scary to think that I'm of an age when there's no point in getting life insurance as the companies assume you'll die any time now and don't want to sell it to you. That's okay, but it is a mark in my timeline. I went to the foot doctor today. Yep, he's the age of my youngest son. He's cut my right foot open a few times and has done a good job. The middle aged men in my church tend to call me sir instead of brother.
I think well, maybe I've got 10 more good boating years in me...or not.
But regardless, it was great being in Oak Bay even though I was among the 2 or 3 oldest there. I was by far the better looking though, so there is some satisfaction in that.
I'm looking forward to the snow being gone, trying to figure out how to get the batteries back into the boat correctly and firing up the water hose to run the engines. Then, I will be young again and the world my oyster, (don't know where that comes from...I'd rather the world be my mega-yacht), my wife will look like she's 25 years old, I will be able to swim miles without losing my breath, my body will be firm and sporting a nice 6 pack, food will go down without any digestive retribution, I will sleep like a baby, the tinnitus will be quiet, I will save many distressed boaters, and I will be a boating god.
Oops, I hear one of the little grand kids we're baby sitting, crying in the other room!
Now, I look out at my deck that has 2 feet of snow on it and can't help but think how long this winter has been and how lonely "still crazy" must be in her storage. At age 68, I also see the sands of time quickly oozing down into the skinny part of the hour glass. It's kind of scary to think that I'm of an age when there's no point in getting life insurance as the companies assume you'll die any time now and don't want to sell it to you. That's okay, but it is a mark in my timeline. I went to the foot doctor today. Yep, he's the age of my youngest son. He's cut my right foot open a few times and has done a good job. The middle aged men in my church tend to call me sir instead of brother.
I think well, maybe I've got 10 more good boating years in me...or not.
But regardless, it was great being in Oak Bay even though I was among the 2 or 3 oldest there. I was by far the better looking though, so there is some satisfaction in that.
I'm looking forward to the snow being gone, trying to figure out how to get the batteries back into the boat correctly and firing up the water hose to run the engines. Then, I will be young again and the world my oyster, (don't know where that comes from...I'd rather the world be my mega-yacht), my wife will look like she's 25 years old, I will be able to swim miles without losing my breath, my body will be firm and sporting a nice 6 pack, food will go down without any digestive retribution, I will sleep like a baby, the tinnitus will be quiet, I will save many distressed boaters, and I will be a boating god.
Oops, I hear one of the little grand kids we're baby sitting, crying in the other room!