Trip 129 - Sunday Afternoon - April 4th

 

My oldest son Tim, turns 44 today.  As, each birthday passes, I tell him of the day he was born.  Later, of the trip to Deloris' house where she laid him on the desk by the front window and cooed over him.  Then, home to my mother who took him, crying very loudly by now, checked his diaper, straightened his clothing top to bottom, laid out a blanket, wrapped him tightly in it and in 1-2 minutes, Tim was sound asleep.  Once, after hours of struggle, his mother carried him downstairs and proclaimed, 'Jonnette, I do not know what to do!' as Tim was bellering with gas.  Jonnette went through the same routine and sure enough, in 1-2 minutes, he was sound asleep.

Today, on Easter Sunday, maybe we should be mindul of the God we worship, is like Jonnette.  We, full of gas, bellering, not happy and like Jonnette with a baby, He does what is necessary and soon, in knowledgeable arms and hands, we are quiet and happy once again.

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I forgot my usual camera and used the cellphone one instead.  The water was quite high and I have not worked on Empty Pockets for some time now.  

Indeed, it felt so good on such a beautiful day to take the winter wrap from her.  To set inside and on top, and once again, make plans for the ensuing months. Plans that have to be modest as there is so much else to do right now, but, plans, nonetheless.

Two weeks will mark the two year anniversary when we purchased Empty Pockets.  We both have so many plans, and each takes so long to accomplish. And I look back on all these trips, so very many.  And have so little to show for them.  And yet, in a strange way, so much. 

Soon, she will be back in the water where she belongs. And then, a new furler, the first one ever, plus new sails - the first there too.  It will be exciting to watch her fly with these. And exciting to be in the water again. On a landlocked lake, small, shallow, yet, one so exciting to sail.

 

I will try to remember when the lake is lower and come back to these places and document the difference.

 

Marcia and my slip for Empty Pockets. It is still there.

 

I slit stripes of plastic from her and rolled them up for disposal in Woodbury. 

 

With luck, I plan to sew a boat cover before the fall.  And it is good to see boat junk and tools in the back again.

 

It feels good after all these years to see a name on her.  A name Marcia picked out that aptly describes our Empty Pockets. I did not like the way the city and state looked so I did not put them on.  But, I will get a new set in due time.

Now, for the Furler, new sails and folding propeller.  And of course another batch of bottom paint and buff the hull and deck and away it goes. I hope, by the 26th, or sooner if we can.

 

Later ...