Sailing, Part 1
I bought a new sailboat last week. I probably shouldn't have, but I did anyway. It was my money, and Lola and I don't have to save up for any kid's college tuition, so I bought a fucking sailboat. That's what people do when they don't have an anchor or a voice of reason to tell them otherwise. Lola even went out of her way to sanction the whole thing. I gave what I thought to be an only somewhat unbiased argument for/against the purchase. It turns out I didn't have to. She liked the reasoning. She loves being in a boat--especially a sailboat. She also enjoys a sundowner on the fantail at sunset, so her neutrality may be a bit compromised. So I bought an O'Day Daysailer and after two sails so far and some tinkering, we still think it was good purchase. As good a purchase, at least, as any boat can be. Also notice that I said "it" was a good purchase. Some people call boats a "she" and that is fine. I don't unless I