After packing up the boat in Florida, we sent it west, via Interstate Highway 10, to Houston. It arrived Saturday morning to much fanfare.
The only damage was to a handrail, and some scratches from the mast removal. The boat is currently sitting at Waterline Works in Seabrook. Uncle Tommy will be working on it for a couple months. We’re hoping to have it ready in time for Harvest Moon.
I’m headed to Fort Lauderdale, tomorrow, to help the marina pack up my boat for trucking back to Houston. I wonder how quickly they will notice that I have no clue what I’m doing.
This yacht ownership thing is starting to get a little scary.
We just got Sam’s 4th grade pictures back.
The boy is in 4th grade! I estimate a 77.3 (repeating of course) chance that that he will grow up to be a male model.
He will never know the fear that most boys feel when they talk to a girl. He will never feel the pangs of rejection when he asks a girl out, only to be confronted with the dreaded, “What is your name again?”
Lucky stiff.
The family is having some small difficulty agreeing on a boat name. Dana thinks my names are too geeky. I think hers are too girly. Sam wants to name the boat Banana Rocket or Golden Fang or some other such nonsense.
And since peer pressure has always been a strong (some would say primary) contributor to my behavior, I figured you should help me name my boat. Please weigh in, via the comments area, if you prefer one of the names below. Or feel free to suggest some alternative.
Keep in mind that I hate puns. Especially puns that are an obvious play on words; like say for example, a salesman naming his boat Sale Away. That’s stupid. Metaphors, on the other hand, I like. Especially if the metaphor has some deeper meaning or makes total strangers ask, “What is the significance of your boat’s name?” Google “Flood Tip” when you get a chance. Now that is one hell of a boat name. I’m a little pissed I didn’t think of it.
Also keep in mind that the boat is a cruising boat. So names like Intimidator and Speedicus Maximus would feel out of place.
Special note to Chad: The boat name, Inverted Uterus, will not be considered for any reason. It is just -not- as funny as you think it is.
I’ve been pretty busy lately; work has been killer, sailing once or twice a week, doing kid stuff, home refinancing, and BUYING OUR FIRST CRUISING BOAT. I didn’t want to jinx it by putting anything in the blog, but I’m now, officially, a cruiser.
Does this mean I have to learn how to sail with a martini in one hand and the jib leech flogging violently?
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