I have been complaining for a month that I need an adventure. I really thought that the three-day weekend for Independence Day might be the opportunity.
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I technically woke up on time, but then hit snooze.
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I think I’m in serious need of a sailing adventure. We technically sailed, but it was like a 40-degree day. Ain’t nobody got nothing to say about a 40-degree day.
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I often have a grand vision. I was imagining getting to the shore early, washing the boat, doing some engine maintenance, setting up the sails and running rigging, and maybe sailing if time allowed. But a warm sunny day with good wind can blur a lot of boating priorities. Or focus them, depending on your perspective.
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Seasons are tough. Some, like Vivaldi, say that there are four seasons. Indeed, many moderate-latitude locales experience four seasons, although there are apparently two Four Seasons in Philadelphia…both the Four Seasons Hotel and Four Seasons Total Landscaping. It seems as if some Fuzzy Bunny mixed them up and took the show up to, what is that? Tacony? Bravo, sir. For me, there are only really two seasons: sailing season and non-sailing season. While now may be the winter of our discontent in many ways, autumn is the spring of my discontent as it relates to the end of the summer of my sailing season.
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I was going to call this “Winds of Change,” but I have Martin Amis’s The War Against Cliché on my reading list, and decided to preemptively stop myself at its potential behest. This may be equally unoriginal, or at least uninspiring, but I’d rather go with bland than have it titled like a mediocre prog album by trying to jam the word “entropy” in there. “Winds of Change” would probably have given me all the wrong sort of SEO anyway, when the famished Scorpions fans came sniffing around for hot gossip.
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The ocean. It’s big. It’s out there. I want to sail in it.
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Not all sails are amazing voyages of wonder and self-discovery. There are high notes, and there are low notes.
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I don’t know how I can continue to be surprised that things are weird, but things are weird and it remains surprising. We sailed. Basically no one else did.
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Poof. Everything was different. Last week was summer, and this week it wasn’t.
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