Sailing

Takes me away
To where I’ve always heard it could be ...

And then seasickness brings me right back.

: )

Oh, not me. I have been seasick only once in my life: During a 4-hour ride on a cruise ship called the Sea Escape, from Ft. Lauderdale to Grand Bahama Island. And it was especially horrible ’cause almost everyone on board was seasick. Which meant, as you moved from one part of the ship to another, looking for someplace where you could sit down and be left the hell alone while you tried to get OVER being seasick, you kept seeing someone else get sick.

I have, however, had motion sickness twice: The time a pilot took me up in his plane so I could get some aerial shots of area landmarks, and he kept putting the plane into a steep steep bank to give me the best angle (the pilot and his wife died a few months or maybe a year later ... in a plane crash!); and before that, the time my dad took my sister and me to the carnival and I insisted on riding EVERY ride there (those stinkin’ swings are what did me in). Both times, all I could do was go home and sleep it off ... and both were FAR worse than any kind of cheap drunk I had ever been on!

(The only feeling comparable to any of those incidents was the time Case and I went to Wrangler’s and ate giant roast beef sandwiches and fries, and then I followed that by eating a whole bunch of those powdered sugar donuts and drinking chocolate milk. Urghhhhhhh!)

Anyhoo, today was a great day for a sail.





My knees are sunburned, but it was a great day. Mostly.

: )