The Wandering I

Damn, I LOVE being on the water!  Audrey has a male therapist friend who owns a 30′ Catalina who takes every Friday off of work to spend time on his boat out in the Raritan Bay.  He suffered a bad boating accident several weeks ago and has very limited use of his right hand so he’s landlocked if he can’t find another pair of hands to help him with the rope work on the boat.  So up steps Sailor Nat, complete with the necessary off color language and the rolling walk [OK, so I was on a Carrier and it didn't roll anything like a Destroyer, but I can still fake it pretty well!] [this reminds me of playing with our kids when they were little and what I now do with other's children where I put them on my knees facing me and we do "This is the way a Lady walks, tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe;  This is the way a gentleman walks, Stride, Stride, Stride;  This is the way a sailor walks, gobledy goy, gobledy goy, gobledy goy" then you tickle the child and everyone gets hysterical].

So, I went out with Scott today and had a great time!  Nice quietude sailing rather than motoring, mild winds with occasional gusts that would put a bit of a heel on the boat, great sunny afternoon with scattered clouds and just some good male bonding time.  Came home late in the afternoon with some good color, the smell of the sea in my nose, salty hair [well, what used to be hair!], and …  my gentle sailor’s gait.  Boy, I could handle this on a regular basis!!  Now, if only he had rum on the boat …

Nat

Somewhere in rural New Jersey