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w May 26, 2004


Not that I ever do get seasick, actually, but as of late, I've been dealing with boats a lot, in a wide variety of circumstances. The funny thing is, I'm not really sick of them...quite the opposite, in fact.

To begin with, Bean and I and the dogs had to take up residence on our boat, Carolina Pacific, for a few days back in April due to some power outage issues back at the ranch. It was comfy, warm, I had hot water and power and wireless access, I could easily walk the dogs at the marina, and I even had regular entertainment watching the planes land at San Francisco airport. I'm not saying that I would necessarily want to live aboard permanently, but I did tell Gene, much to his delight, that I would never again say anything negative about the boat, because it had really saved our bacon.

Well, then we took the boat up to the city for KFOG's KaBoom! last Saturday night...good time was had by all, I think. At least the detritus the next morning seemed to indicate that. The one thing I am going to do in future, though, is make sure we have both ginger and "seasick bracelets" aboard. We had two of the bracelets, but about six people who needed them. Note to self. Anyway, it was a fun time, and Bean even stayed up for the fireworks this year...didn't freak her out at all, which sort of surprised me. I thought the noise level would be a bit overwhelming, but then, this is the child who adores Manhattan. So.

Finally, and this is my favorite...I am utterly attached to that Russell Crowe movie, Master and Commander: The Far Side of The World. And the irony is, it has nothing to do with Russell Crowe and only a little to do with other hunky sailors, ha ha. There's just something so magical about the true sailing ships...though god only knows I have NO idea what it technically is. A frigate? A man-of-war? Something like that, but I just watch the pretty sails unfurl and cannons boom and all that and feel most nautical, in a very dry and non-cramped way. Sure, it helps that it's "historical"...I don't know that I'd watch the America's Cup with as much intensity, but who knows? After umpteen viewings, Gene might even be able to talk me onto a modern sailboat. I'd much prefer an 18th century frigate, though. Or man-of-war.

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