Sailing a Thistle

Is really fucking hard. Here is an excerpt from a conversation had between myself and the gentleman gracious enough to instruct me on a nice (albeit windy) Wednesday afternoon:

Instructor: A lot people have trouble pointing the boat into the wind when it strengthens...some people just get it and some don't. It looks like you're a natural.

Me: (secretly glowing inside) Alright...Maybe we can try jibing....Prepare to jibe!....Jibe Ho!

Instructor: Uh you're overstea.....SPLASH...gurgle gurgle gurgle...oh shit...gurgle gurgle

Me: gurgle gurgle I'll get the gurgle bucket

The cool thing is that no one was too pissed and we managed to keep the boat from capsizing...Man you just can't have an ego if you're gonna learn anything. These boats just won't let you.

All of my posessions are now in a storage box

It isn't even the larger sized PackRat...Yep, I sold my house and now my wife and I are living with my mother while we search for a new abode. This is not as bad as it sounds. To be honest, I really like the idea of NOT owning a house. If there were any places in Delaware worth renting, I'd give it serious consideration.

I guess it is kind of a bummer when you tell people you're living with your folks until your can find a new house. Our society does not look fondly upon this type of behavior although in many circumstances it makes the most sense. I know many people who probably should move in with 'rents for a while, but instead they work really hard at jobs they hate to afford apartments and houses. Just goes to show you how powerful culture can be...I for one, will suffer the verbal abuse until the time is right and I find a house worth buying...Go ahead call me a loser.