Boating Not-So-Blue Blues
09/10/17 09:32
I'll need to get on over to walk with Nancy today for her noontime walk at work after a two week hiatus. We had a disagreement over something a couple of weeks ago and I decided that the prudent course of action at the time was to impose sanctions on her for what I perceived to be a slight of sorts. Sanctions were being discussed widely in the political and global sphere at the time so I decided to jump on that bandwagon and impose sanctions of my own. Sanctions were limited to having her walk alone for a two week period. That is to say, without the benefit of my company (barf alert.) Sanctions are typically a shopping list of items that are intended to send a message of disapproval and with any luck to have those very sanctions force a corrective course of action by the party against whom the sanctions are being levied.
Yes, I told myself, now she will understand what perhaps she failed to understand at the time she did what she did and with any luck she will think twice before doing it again. Interestingly, there has been no act of contrition overt or otherwise on her part in the last two weeks since I imposed this so-called sanction. I have to wonder if it mattered a hoot to her one way or another in the scheme of things. Her indifference is now a matter of concern whereas before it was not. As painful as it was for me to impose the sanctions I found other things to do wth my extra time. Nancy never gave me the satisfaction of telling me how much she missed our walks or even if she took her walk on any given day. I resisted the urge to inquire about same and the desire to pursue the subject ebbed and flowed until it ceased all together after a few days. We've both come full circle now and for better or worse we're walking again. Maybe it's true what they say about time healing all wounds.
I have to say, I'm quite happy for brother Wally and have been ever since he bought a restored 1952 Century Seamaid earlier this summer. After negotiating a reasonable price from the fella selling it he had it brought up from Texas and has been enjoying it ever since. He has made some terrific videos of his outings on Lake George, NY, and has posted same to Facebook. I'm not a big Facebook guy but signed on when I discovered that certain political events I wanted to follow only appeared on Facebook. As luck would have it, my family also has a considerable presence on Facebook so the decision to sign up was an easy one.
The boat is now out of the water for the winter and stored away in a garage up in the mountains north of Glens Falls. I don't think I can put into words the satisfaction that I think Wally gets out of his Seamaid. It is a smaller version of a boat our father owned back in the day and tops out at 30mph on calm waters. In a funny sort of way I think it was just as well that we didn't vacation in Lake George this summer since I think Wally and his Seamaid would have been inseparable thereby leaving us without a boat while on the lake. Wally has been good enough to share his boats with us over the years so we've always had one to use when vacationing there in late August and early September.
Owning this boat has been a dream come true for him and I understand his wanting to derive every bit of pleasure possible even to the point of sharing it with the world via social media. I would say that he is in his element or as close to being in his element as possible when getting behind the wheel of his Seamed. I'm equally enamored of boats of yesteryear so share his passion especially when it comes to resurrecting or replicating family treasures and memories of the past.
When Wally and I talk about boats we make constant comparisons to boats owned over the years by our family, memorable times recounted, and anecdotes that I can't share here without further research into certain crimes and related statutes of limitations. The other half of that equation when it comes to all things memorable is our history on Lake George. It is aptly and affectionately referred to as The Queen of American Lakes so having access to boats and the lake is a continuation of a long-lasting and loving relationship with both. I am happy to enjoy it knowing what I know about Wally's experiences even if it is a vicarious form of enjoyment. As for my first ride in his Seamaid, that will have to wait until next year.
Morning Glory picture above is from our backyard garden.
Yes, I told myself, now she will understand what perhaps she failed to understand at the time she did what she did and with any luck she will think twice before doing it again. Interestingly, there has been no act of contrition overt or otherwise on her part in the last two weeks since I imposed this so-called sanction. I have to wonder if it mattered a hoot to her one way or another in the scheme of things. Her indifference is now a matter of concern whereas before it was not. As painful as it was for me to impose the sanctions I found other things to do wth my extra time. Nancy never gave me the satisfaction of telling me how much she missed our walks or even if she took her walk on any given day. I resisted the urge to inquire about same and the desire to pursue the subject ebbed and flowed until it ceased all together after a few days. We've both come full circle now and for better or worse we're walking again. Maybe it's true what they say about time healing all wounds.
I have to say, I'm quite happy for brother Wally and have been ever since he bought a restored 1952 Century Seamaid earlier this summer. After negotiating a reasonable price from the fella selling it he had it brought up from Texas and has been enjoying it ever since. He has made some terrific videos of his outings on Lake George, NY, and has posted same to Facebook. I'm not a big Facebook guy but signed on when I discovered that certain political events I wanted to follow only appeared on Facebook. As luck would have it, my family also has a considerable presence on Facebook so the decision to sign up was an easy one.
The boat is now out of the water for the winter and stored away in a garage up in the mountains north of Glens Falls. I don't think I can put into words the satisfaction that I think Wally gets out of his Seamaid. It is a smaller version of a boat our father owned back in the day and tops out at 30mph on calm waters. In a funny sort of way I think it was just as well that we didn't vacation in Lake George this summer since I think Wally and his Seamaid would have been inseparable thereby leaving us without a boat while on the lake. Wally has been good enough to share his boats with us over the years so we've always had one to use when vacationing there in late August and early September.
Owning this boat has been a dream come true for him and I understand his wanting to derive every bit of pleasure possible even to the point of sharing it with the world via social media. I would say that he is in his element or as close to being in his element as possible when getting behind the wheel of his Seamed. I'm equally enamored of boats of yesteryear so share his passion especially when it comes to resurrecting or replicating family treasures and memories of the past.
When Wally and I talk about boats we make constant comparisons to boats owned over the years by our family, memorable times recounted, and anecdotes that I can't share here without further research into certain crimes and related statutes of limitations. The other half of that equation when it comes to all things memorable is our history on Lake George. It is aptly and affectionately referred to as The Queen of American Lakes so having access to boats and the lake is a continuation of a long-lasting and loving relationship with both. I am happy to enjoy it knowing what I know about Wally's experiences even if it is a vicarious form of enjoyment. As for my first ride in his Seamaid, that will have to wait until next year.
Morning Glory picture above is from our backyard garden.