But I LIKE sailing alone
 

It will be a beautiful weekend starting this evening, not very hot,
light west wind, perfect night sailing weather. The moon is not so
bright as to blind you so I want to go out sailing by myself this
evening. Go out to "K" tower, an air force nav tower about 25 miles
out and back, just for the hell of it. Wife goes nuts, "WHAT, get
someone to go with you, what if, blah, blah,blah." I want to effin go
alone, nobody else to worry about, I can concentrate on my sailing,
nobody to see my screw ups, etc. I have a personal 460 Mhz beacon on
my life jacket that I always wear. I tie myself to the boat. Boat is
set up for single handed sailing. I may not be an athlete but I am
not in too bad shape for a 53 yr old guy so am not likely to suddenly
have heart trouble. My back is good after a couple weeks of
exercise.
So, cannot decide whether to go and **** her off or take someone who
blathers all night about stuff I do not want to hear. Am leaning
toward just doing it. If I cannot go when and how I want, why have a
sailboat?

But I LIKE sailing alone
 

Frogwatch wrote:
It will be a beautiful weekend starting this evening, not very hot,
light west wind, perfect night sailing weather. The moon is not so
bright as to blind you so I want to go out sailing by myself this
evening. Go out to "K" tower, an air force nav tower about 25 miles
out and back, just for the hell of it. Wife goes nuts, "WHAT, get
someone to go with you, what if, blah, blah,blah." I want to effin go
alone, nobody else to worry about, I can concentrate on my sailing,
nobody to see my screw ups, etc. I have a personal 460 Mhz beacon on
my life jacket that I always wear. I tie myself to the boat. Boat is
set up for single handed sailing. I may not be an athlete but I am
not in too bad shape for a 53 yr old guy so am not likely to suddenly
have heart trouble. My back is good after a couple weeks of
exercise.
So, cannot decide whether to go and **** her off or take someone who
blathers all night about stuff I do not want to hear. Am leaning
toward just doing it. If I cannot go when and how I want, why have a
sailboat?


Hell, yes...and see if you can make Belize...

But I LIKE sailing alone
 

I know the feeling. I get the same spiel when I want to take my
little outboard for a turn around a nearby lake.


On Aug 28, 2:29 pm, Frogwatch wrote:
...
Wife goes nuts, "WHAT, get
someone to go with you, what if, blah, blah,blah." I want to effin go
alone, nobody else to worry about, I can concentrate on my sailing,
nobody to see my screw ups, etc....
...
If I cannot go when and how I want, why have a sailboat?

But I LIKE sailing alone
 

On Aug 28, 8:03*pm, Bill H wrote:
I know the feeling. *I get the same spiel when I want to take my
little outboard for a turn around a nearby lake.

On Aug 28, 2:29 pm, Frogwatch wrote:

...
Wife goes nuts, "WHAT, get
someone to go with you, what if, blah, blah,blah." *I want to effin go
alone, nobody else to worry about, I can concentrate on my sailing,
nobody to see my screw ups, etc....
...
*If I cannot go when and how I want, why have a sailboat?

Fate intervenes. Got home and had a call that my 92 yr old dad had
been admitted to hospital for possible small stroke. So, went to
hospital where he was still in emergency room area in a back room.
With 6 sisters in town, you can imagine how it was there. The poor
guy was just too tired to say anything. He was as lucid as ever, just
a tad slower in speech but he is a 92 yr old softspoken southern man.
I look at him and think, "He's still the guy that taught me so much
more by example than by words, the man I think is incapable of
dishonesty, who raised 9 kids on a limited income and gave us all
lives richer than I can give my 3 kids on 10X his income, the
intelligent man who inexplicably follows his religion, his voice
sounds the same but he looks so tired"
My mom was there too, at 82 she appears strong but tells nobody of her
health. She was always the crazy one, the rebel who taught her kids
extreme independence but later professed they were all too
independent. She is the woman who conciously broke as many rules as
she could, encouraging her kids to shoot out the streetlights cuz she
liked darkness, she is there. putting on a brave face but I see the
reality in her eyes. In the past, she mocked anybody who dared be a
wimp with "Dont you bleed on my floor, if you want to bleed go outside
and let the dog lick it", or "Well, if your arm is still swollen in
the morning, MAYBE we will take you to the doctor", but she is clearly
shaken and I have never seen her so solicitious toward anybody as
toward my dad tonight.
I do not think he will die this week or even next but maybe soon.
This is a man who could hoe an acre sized garden to feed his family
after working a full day at his "real" job. This a man who put up
with my mothers craziness. This is a man who was not a war hero but
did his part (Ensign and sonar operator on DE Stewart in WW2), his
heroism was not evident until I had my own family to raise. This a
man who with almost no money gave me a childhood that I think was
better than anybody elses. This man was a poor Florida redneck who
instilled a love of learning and reading into his kids so strongly
that every one of his 9 kids probably reads more than any other 10
people. I hope that when he goes, that it is sudden so we do not
remember him as an invalid but as the man he really is.

But I LIKE sailing alone
 

In article df499016-599e-41c2-ba3e-
,
says...

On Aug 28, 8:03*pm, Bill H wrote:
I know the feeling. *I get the same spiel when I want to take my
little outboard for a turn around a nearby lake.

On Aug 28, 2:29 pm, Frogwatch wrote:

...
Wife goes nuts, "WHAT, get
someone to go with you, what if, blah, blah,blah." *I want to effin go
alone, nobody else to worry about, I can concentrate on my sailing,
nobody to see my screw ups, etc....
...
*If I cannot go when and how I want, why have a sailboat?

Fate intervenes. Got home and had a call that my 92 yr old dad had
been admitted to hospital for possible small stroke. So, went to
hospital where he was still in emergency room area in a back room.
With 6 sisters in town, you can imagine how it was there. The poor
guy was just too tired to say anything. He was as lucid as ever, just
a tad slower in speech but he is a 92 yr old softspoken southern man.
I look at him and think, "He's still the guy that taught me so much
more by example than by words, the man I think is incapable of
dishonesty, who raised 9 kids on a limited income and gave us all
lives richer than I can give my 3 kids on 10X his income, the
intelligent man who inexplicably follows his religion, his voice
sounds the same but he looks so tired"
My mom was there too, at 82 she appears strong but tells nobody of her
health. She was always the crazy one, the rebel who taught her kids
extreme independence but later professed they were all too
independent. She is the woman who conciously broke as many rules as
she could, encouraging her kids to shoot out the streetlights cuz she
liked darkness, she is there. putting on a brave face but I see the
reality in her eyes. In the past, she mocked anybody who dared be a
wimp with "Dont you bleed on my floor, if you want to bleed go outside
and let the dog lick it", or "Well, if your arm is still swollen in
the morning, MAYBE we will take you to the doctor", but she is clearly
shaken and I have never seen her so solicitious toward anybody as
toward my dad tonight.
I do not think he will die this week or even next but maybe soon.
This is a man who could hoe an acre sized garden to feed his family
after working a full day at his "real" job. This a man who put up
with my mothers craziness. This is a man who was not a war hero but
did his part (Ensign and sonar operator on DE Stewart in WW2), his
heroism was not evident until I had my own family to raise. This a
man who with almost no money gave me a childhood that I think was
better than anybody elses. This man was a poor Florida redneck who
instilled a love of learning and reading into his kids so strongly
that every one of his 9 kids probably reads more than any other 10
people. I hope that when he goes, that it is sudden so we do not
remember him as an invalid but as the man he really is.

That was awesome.. You are truly a lucky man to have come up that way...

--
Wafa free since 2009

But I LIKE sailing alone
 

On Fri, 28 Aug 2009 21:47:40 -0700 (PDT), Frogwatch
wrote:

On Aug 28, 8:03*pm, Bill H wrote:
I know the feeling. *I get the same spiel when I want to take my
little outboard for a turn around a nearby lake.

On Aug 28, 2:29 pm, Frogwatch wrote:

...
Wife goes nuts, "WHAT, get
someone to go with you, what if, blah, blah,blah." *I want to effin go
alone, nobody else to worry about, I can concentrate on my sailing,
nobody to see my screw ups, etc....
...
*If I cannot go when and how I want, why have a sailboat?

Fate intervenes. Got home and had a call that my 92 yr old dad had
been admitted to hospital for possible small stroke. So, went to
hospital where he was still in emergency room area in a back room.
With 6 sisters in town, you can imagine how it was there. The poor
guy was just too tired to say anything. He was as lucid as ever, just
a tad slower in speech but he is a 92 yr old softspoken southern man.
I look at him and think, "He's still the guy that taught me so much
more by example than by words, the man I think is incapable of
dishonesty, who raised 9 kids on a limited income and gave us all
lives richer than I can give my 3 kids on 10X his income, the
intelligent man who inexplicably follows his religion, his voice
sounds the same but he looks so tired"
My mom was there too, at 82 she appears strong but tells nobody of her
health. She was always the crazy one, the rebel who taught her kids
extreme independence but later professed they were all too
independent. She is the woman who conciously broke as many rules as
she could, encouraging her kids to shoot out the streetlights cuz she
liked darkness, she is there. putting on a brave face but I see the
reality in her eyes. In the past, she mocked anybody who dared be a
wimp with "Dont you bleed on my floor, if you want to bleed go outside
and let the dog lick it", or "Well, if your arm is still swollen in
the morning, MAYBE we will take you to the doctor", but she is clearly
shaken and I have never seen her so solicitious toward anybody as
toward my dad tonight.
I do not think he will die this week or even next but maybe soon.
This is a man who could hoe an acre sized garden to feed his family
after working a full day at his "real" job. This a man who put up
with my mothers craziness. This is a man who was not a war hero but
did his part (Ensign and sonar operator on DE Stewart in WW2), his
heroism was not evident until I had my own family to raise. This a
man who with almost no money gave me a childhood that I think was
better than anybody elses. This man was a poor Florida redneck who
instilled a love of learning and reading into his kids so strongly
that every one of his 9 kids probably reads more than any other 10
people. I hope that when he goes, that it is sudden so we do not
remember him as an invalid but as the man he really is.

I hope he is a man with whom you've shared the thoughts you wrote
above. What a fine tribute. Please share it with him before it's too
late. Although enjoyable for us to read, it's wasted here.
--
John H

"The democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those
who are willing to work and give to those who would not."
Thomas Jefferson

But I LIKE sailing alone
 

Frogwatch wrote:
On Aug 28, 8:03 pm, Bill H wrote:
I know the feeling. I get the same spiel when I want to take my
little outboard for a turn around a nearby lake.

On Aug 28, 2:29 pm, Frogwatch wrote:

...
Wife goes nuts, "WHAT, get
someone to go with you, what if, blah, blah,blah." I want to effin go
alone, nobody else to worry about, I can concentrate on my sailing,
nobody to see my screw ups, etc....
...
If I cannot go when and how I want, why have a sailboat?

Fate intervenes. Got home and had a call that my 92 yr old dad had
been admitted to hospital for possible small stroke. So, went to
hospital where he was still in emergency room area in a back room.
With 6 sisters in town, you can imagine how it was there. The poor
guy was just too tired to say anything. He was as lucid as ever, just
a tad slower in speech but he is a 92 yr old softspoken southern man.
I look at him and think, "He's still the guy that taught me so much
more by example than by words, the man I think is incapable of
dishonesty, who raised 9 kids on a limited income and gave us all
lives richer than I can give my 3 kids on 10X his income, the
intelligent man who inexplicably follows his religion, his voice
sounds the same but he looks so tired"
My mom was there too, at 82 she appears strong but tells nobody of her
health. She was always the crazy one, the rebel who taught her kids
extreme independence but later professed they were all too
independent. She is the woman who conciously broke as many rules as
she could, encouraging her kids to shoot out the streetlights cuz she
liked darkness, she is there. putting on a brave face but I see the
reality in her eyes. In the past, she mocked anybody who dared be a
wimp with "Dont you bleed on my floor, if you want to bleed go outside
and let the dog lick it", or "Well, if your arm is still swollen in
the morning, MAYBE we will take you to the doctor", but she is clearly
shaken and I have never seen her so solicitious toward anybody as
toward my dad tonight.
I do not think he will die this week or even next but maybe soon.
This is a man who could hoe an acre sized garden to feed his family
after working a full day at his "real" job. This a man who put up
with my mothers craziness. This is a man who was not a war hero but
did his part (Ensign and sonar operator on DE Stewart in WW2), his
heroism was not evident until I had my own family to raise. This a
man who with almost no money gave me a childhood that I think was
better than anybody elses. This man was a poor Florida redneck who
instilled a love of learning and reading into his kids so strongly
that every one of his 9 kids probably reads more than any other 10
people. I hope that when he goes, that it is sudden so we do not
remember him as an invalid but as the man he really is.

Tell your dad, while you can,what you shared with us.

But I LIKE sailing alone
 

On Aug 29, 8:06*am, "Arrr Matey. It'sJim" wrote:
Frogwatch wrote:
On Aug 28, 8:03 pm, Bill H wrote:
I know the feeling. *I get the same spiel when I want to take my
little outboard for a turn around a nearby lake.

On Aug 28, 2:29 pm, Frogwatch wrote:

...
Wife goes nuts, "WHAT, get
someone to go with you, what if, blah, blah,blah." *I want to effin go
alone, nobody else to worry about, I can concentrate on my sailing,
nobody to see my screw ups, etc....
...
*If I cannot go when and how I want, why have a sailboat?

Fate intervenes. *Got home and had a call that my 92 yr old dad had
been admitted to hospital for possible small stroke. *So, went to
hospital where he was still in emergency room area in a back room.
With 6 sisters in town, you can imagine how it was there. *The poor
guy was just too tired to say anything. *He was as lucid as ever, just
a tad slower in speech but he is a 92 yr old softspoken southern man.
I look at him and think, "He's still the guy that taught me so much
more by example than by words, the man I think is incapable of
dishonesty, who raised 9 kids on a limited income and gave us all
lives richer than I can give my 3 kids on 10X his income, the
intelligent man who inexplicably follows his religion, his voice
sounds the same but he looks so tired"
My mom was there too, at 82 she appears strong but tells nobody of her
health. *She was always the crazy one, the rebel who taught her kids
extreme independence but later professed they were all too
independent. *She is the woman who conciously broke as many rules as
she could, encouraging her kids to shoot out the *streetlights cuz she
liked darkness, she is there. putting on a brave face but I see the
reality in her eyes. *In the past, she mocked anybody who dared be a
wimp with "Dont you bleed on my floor, if you want to bleed go outside
and let the dog lick it", or "Well, if your arm is still swollen in
the morning, MAYBE we will take you to the doctor", but she is clearly
shaken and I have never seen her so solicitious toward anybody as
toward my dad tonight.
I do not think he will die this week or even next but maybe soon.
This is a man who could hoe an acre sized garden to feed his family
after working a full day at his "real" job. *This a man who put up
with my mothers craziness. *This is a man who was not a war hero but
did his part (Ensign and sonar operator on DE Stewart in WW2), his
heroism was not evident until I had my own family to raise. *This a
man who with almost no money gave me a childhood that I think was
better than anybody elses. *This man was a poor Florida redneck who
instilled a love of learning and reading into his kids so strongly
that every one of his 9 kids probably reads more than any other 10
people. *I hope that when he goes, that it is sudden so we do not
remember him as an invalid but as the man he really is.

Tell your dad, while you can,what you shared with us.

They now say it was a "small" heart attack.
It is so strange that as young people we do not see our parents
actions as significant but later when we have our own families we
learn how much they gave.