Well I’m sure you are. (Smirking in a knowing way.)
Me? I’m having tons of fun too. But fun of the good, squeaky, clean sailor type. Is that even possible? Sailors are notorious for being completely filthy in so many ways. (Have you heard that song, O’Sailor by Fiona Apple? It is a classic!) This weekend has been insanely busy in the best sort of leisure way. Yesterday my good friend L invited me sailing with her husband and some friends. Our captain was insanely bossy but he really knows his shit, so I was okay with it. I got chewed out a few times for taking pictures and being distracted. But I needed photographs! Can you blame me? Sailing is awe inspiring. I’m sure after my first one hundred trips the novelty might wear off, but for now, I can’t help myself. It’s just such an alluring activity. But there’s also plenty of hard work and A LOT to learn. Luckily I picked up quickly on a lot of the terminology and quickly found myself learning the ropes … and I just realized exactly where that term came from. Mind quietly blown.
We sailed around the Potomac leaving from Washington Sailing Marina. You’re right across the way from the airport runway so all evening long, large jets are landing over your head and you would have to be lacking passion all together to not take it in with an open mouth and wide eyes. It didn’t help that last night the weather was perfect. Just the right amount of wind to push us along handsomely into a magnificent sunset. So it’s safe to say I love sailing and will be doing it again. I now know my jib from my jibe.
It also made me think of one of my favorite quotes ever from Elizabeth Edwards:
“She stood in the storm, and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails.”
I have whispered that quote countless times to myself since 2013. We must constantly adjust our sails. It’s the only way to survive.
Sounds like I almost had as much fun as you!
PS- How do you like L opening a wine bottle with a knife? This bozo right here brought a bottle of wine and forgot her corkscrew! Bozo also forgot to bring cups. Anyway, that’s when I knew we were real sailors.