"Skip Gundlach" wrote in message
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: (wilbur said)
: I choose to NOT believe it coming second hand like that. I know how
: women are. Lydia would never allow that to happen. Most any woman
: without her
: *nest* turns out to be a psychotic bitch.
:
: I'm not going to comment on her disposition at any given moment, but
: the boat is her nest. And, if you need even more "first"hand, she can
: post and blister your ass (depend on it). But, here it is from the
: horse's mouth (or, ass, if you prefer)

OK, OK. I was wrong about you still having a house ashore. But you do have
relatives, it seems, so I was partially correct because you can always mouch
off them when you get into dire straits and have no other choice.

But, thanks for admitting your boat is your wife's nest. In other words you
have a hen ship. :-)Bwaahahahahahahahahhaha. Now, that's pretty funny. One
thing you will learn if you haven't already is women MUST have their space
or they get really, really crabby or withdrawn and depressed. The sad fact
is there simply is no *space* for them on a small vessel like Flying Pig.

So, to compensate and to keep her happy you'll end up having to spend
frequent time ashore in houses where she can have some space to herself. You
should have kept one of your houses for this reason alone. Now she's gonna
feel like a prisoner, mark my words.


: snip

: Furthermore, it's obvious Wilbur likes to choose those parts which
: suit him, ignoring the commentary in my log following our (enforced;
: I'd not have done it - to that extent he's right about Lydia as to
: home *FIRES*) visit ashore to deal with family business.

Quite honestly, I often lose interest because your commentary can often run
way long and involve things that don't really interest me. You need to talk
more sailing and less technology for one and you should avoid any mention of
lubberly stuff completely.

:
: We'd hardly have camped out at a friend's, in the same town she lived
: in for 16 years, if we had a home ashore. And, we couldn't wait to get
: back aboard, despite having a car at our full-time disposal and their
: home virtually to ourselves for more than half that time. Ditto our
: couple of weeks in Portland, at my sister's home.

Couldn't wait to get back aboard. Good on you. There may be hope for you
yet, Skippy. That's an encouraging sign when you look towards your boat as
your home and refuge and not just a getaway like most of the wannabes here
do.

:
: We sold the houses (we didn't live together until the boat, in
: practical terms), took mortgages, which allows us a pittance to
: supplement our fish catch, and gave away literally everything,
: including the last vehicle the day we left before the wreck, and the
: vehicle we were given after the wreck, *before* we left again. No
: rolling stock, no real estate, no furniture, yada, yada.

A complete break. I've underestimated you Skippy. Now, there will soon
probably be some discouraging times ahead. You haven't completely adjusted
as yet or you wouldn't be spending extended stays ashore with relatives,
friends and such. Screw all them lubbers. Change your priorities and look
toward other cruisers you meet along the way as your friends. Do your
visiting and socializing aboard each other's boats. Look ashore from the
cockpit with a cold beer in your hand and think: "**** all those lubbers -
they are too stupid for me to abide."

:
: Every piece of tangible we own is either the boat or aboard it...

This is good in a way because you have a lot to be responsible for in a
concentrated space and perhaps your attitude will change to a more serious
one to protect your future and your very lives. Sailing is serious business
but I've not seen much seriousness out of you to date. But, now I have hopes
that you are coming around. Keep sailing. Try to change your priorites from
being an act on a stage for the benefit of a lame, know-nothing, audience of
wannabes and hangers to being your own private show for the sake of your own
benefit and enjoyment.


Wilbur Hubbard