Sailing Papillon

Well, I had planned to write a stunning post of supreme awesomeness this morning, but I'm afraid it is not to be.  All weather predictio...

One thing I've noticed about Florida, it is full of motor boats.  Little fishing boats, condo-like trawlers, Bond Villain speeders and f...

Step 1:  If you want to eat it, first you have to catch it. Reel her in, boys! Step 2:  Pause to look triumphant. Behold the majestic ...

Here is Erik.  He is a handsome young man of German extraction. Don't doubt me and my winning smile! ...or is he?  Behold, Scottish...

No, really? The eagle-eyed among you will notice that we haven't moved in a while.  As I mentioned in a previous post, we've be...

Before embarking on this little adventure, I fancied myself a veteran of home renovations. Over the course of five years, Erik and I did ev...

One of the great joys of this trip is getting to be with the kids all day.  Yes, I’ve been home with them since Stylish was born, but sin...

As a child, I was invisible to mosquitoes.  I ranged through the woods behind our house with impunity, with nary a bug bite to show for it. ...

I hear from those of you in southern Ontario and beyond that today is a snow day.  School is canceled, and out come the sleds, skates and sk...

Update:  by request, a photo of the hatch in question: Gollum, gollum Having plowed through most of the necessary jobs on Papillon, w...

"Yeah, the blog is getting a little dry, isn't it?" Well.  It seems my posts of late have failed to impress my bunkmate (and ...

Greetings from this side of 2011.  I trust everyone made it through the holidays without too many thrills, spills, or pounds of turkey wei...