Monday, January 27, 2014
Mentally, of course. You can't physically hide from reality - that would look ridiculous. Did Lord Grantham lock himself in a cupboard when Downton was circling the drain? No. Like all good avoiders, he just locked himself into a mental pattern of "la la la, this isn't happening, I don't have to change my ways, oh good there's the gong, let's all dress for dinner." And while some of us aboard Papillon take a, shall we say, more Teutonic approach to unwanted events, some of us are just chasing distractions while we wait for the metaphorical dinner gong.
Our cloud on the horizon is work. This is a cloud-that-isn't-really-a-cloud. Work means money means we can keep sailing... just not for a while. The bad side of work is that it will remove Erik from the equation for a time. Oh, the work will be exciting, and he has a great team, and he'll be home as often as he can, but nonetheless. The whole point of this trip was to spend time as a foursome. I'm selfishly sad to give that up, even for a little while.
So, how have we hidden from our woes?
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
"Yep." I shoved the awning onto the spare bunk. "It's a real cyclone. Tropical Cyclone June."
"Tropical Cyclone Juin," said Indy.
"Do we have to go to the cyclone shelter?" asked Stylish.
"Is the wind going to blow the boat over?" Indy made wind hands, puffing out her cheeks and destroying an imaginary fleet.
"Do we get to use the cyclone lines?"
"When is it going to get here?"
"Guys," I said, pausing in my struggle with the awning, "it is a cyclone, but not a big one. And it is going to pass to the west of us, so we should be just fine. It is going to be pretty windy and rainy for a few days. That's it, probably."
"Like New Zealand?" Stylish made a face.
Their little shoulders slumped. What a rip-off. Here was a genuine, super-exciting natural disaster, and Mom was acting like it was just another day. Parents don't understand anything.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Stop number one: the local marine forecast. I called up meteo.nc.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Last year, we did a bit of a dinghy shuffle. We sold the old inflatable, and took on a tinny and a small sailing dinghy. This was a good move. The sailing dinghy is fun for the kids - especially Stylish, who loves to row it around the anchorage - and the tinny is perfect for Pacific conditions. It can handle sharp coral-rubble beaches, and it is just right for longer trips around the lagoon.
But the tinny we bought was old and much-repaired. We knew that going in, and we got it for a song. It was the perfect tester; we knew it wouldn't be a long-term solution for us. Much like the beater car that you can use in-town but not on the freeway, the Ramco will be great for someone sticking close to shore or going fishing up the river. But the dinghy is our family car, and it needs to perform. We needed something more. And since dinghy prices in New Caledonia are surprisingly reasonable, it was time to make the big leap to Buying Something New.
Friday, January 3, 2014
But last week, some new friends invited us out on their boat for the afternoon. And it was a revelation to your correspondent. This opened a whole new world to me: the world of Mooching a Ride On Someone Else's Boat.
|Erik took the tiller at the earliest opportunity.|