Saturday, July 22, 2017

HOW MANY IS TOO MANY?

I know... I said I would never build another boat. Unfortunately, one boat will not fill all your boating needs. A kayak is great for navigating small water with physical effort. The 16 foot sailboat is good for bigger open water. But what about the in-between?

I want a boat that is quick to get on the water, and small enough to go down the small canal with bridges. But I want the option of a small sail for when I reach a small bay. Here is a list of requirements:
  • Must be small and light enough to pull on dolly behind bicycle.
  • Must have mast that will fold down.
  • Sail must furl for quick adjustments and neat storage when folded down
I don't even pretend to be a boat designer. Everything I have made, I bought the plans. Here are some questions I have:
  1. How narrow can you go and still be fairly stable with a sail, and without out-riggers?
  2. Could I use a little balast with a more narrow boat to make more stable?
  3. Is there a formula for length, width, sail area?
Duckworks was the first place I went to look at plans. What about the Rodent? Or the OZracer? 

If anyone has experience with these specs, or can point me in a direction for research, I welcome all suggestions. Like my friend always told me... you can never have too many boats.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Positive or Negative?

We never know how we are going to touch people’s lives, and what memories we will leave them with. Every one of my possessions has a memory attached to it that includes a person. I have a small shell that puts a smile on my face, remembering my first open water dive. My driftwood shelves remind me of scouring the Texas beach with my pirate friend. 

I once knew someone that taught me about triggers. A trigger is something that sets off a memory tape or flashback transporting the person back to the event of her/his original trauma. For 10 years, I was condemned to a life of regret and sadness. I felt like I was walking on eggshells, trying to avoid triggering memories of an unfortunate event that haunted this other person.

Lately, I have been toying with the idea of getting a tattoo. I shared this with a friend, and it was suggested that I get a tattoo of a jellyfish or octopus, with hearts on the tentacles… the kind with cracks. Was not sure how to take that, but it did get me thinking. With all my failed relationships, I concluded that “I” am the common denominator, so I must be the problem, hurting them. I’m tired. Tired of hurting others and tired of being hurt. My heart can’t take it anymore. So I’ve gently packed it away in my set of luggage located in back of my closet.




Now I live a life of singledom and I’m okay with that. I do what I want, when I want. I can turn on the TV and watch what ever I want. I can wear sandals in cold weather and nobody will hassle me about it. This life does have draw backs, but it’s a peaceful life. And peace is what I need now. 

How are you impacting the lives of others? Are you a positive influence, or a negative influence? Are you leaving others with a good memory or heartache? 



Sunday, July 16, 2017

AN AFTERNOON OF EXPLORING

Today, there was not enough wind to take the sailboat out. Instead, I borrowed my daughter's kayak to go exploring. I live only two blocks from a canal that runs through the middle of Key West. I wanted to see what I could see, so off I went. 


I headed north and in the distance I saw this wooden boat anchored. I've not seen this boat before, so I paddled over to get a closer look. 




I circled the boat and headed over by the mangroves where the water was like glass. Little fish darting in and out of the sea grass entertained me while I ate my packed lunch. I then headed back to the canal. Not ready to pull out and go home, I passed my street and kept heading south. I wasn't sure exactly where it would take me, but I did know that there were at least two bridges I would come to. The first one is a foot bridge that was not a problem. The second, was a four lane road. In fact, when you are driving over this bridge, there is no incline, and you can't see the water from the road, so it's not obvious that it is a bridge. And that means there is not a big clearance on the water. I stopped and thought it through before continuing on. It was so low, I could not use my kayak paddle, so I pulled myself through.

The canal got smaller and smaller, and seemingly secluded. A few minutes later, the thunder and lightning started, so I thought it was a good time to head back. As I reached my street, the rain started. It's a tough life, but somebody has to live it!

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

HOME SWEET HOME

I finally got me and all my stuff back in Key West. It wasn't easy. I drove a total of 3816 miles: hauled all my stuff in a rental truck, flew back to Houston, took my Explorer and boat to Lubbock, TX to visit family, welcomed the new grandson into the family, then headed back to Key West. I'm plum wore out!

Now I have the challenge of efficiently stuffing my things into a smaller space. I will eventually figure it out. But Sunday... I rested, enjoyed the company of family and had an exceptional meal by my son-in-law. Life is good!

Started my new/old job on Monday. Today was Day 3. The lady that took my place at the hardware store, moved at the same time I was looking for employment. Funny how things work out.  





Sunday, June 11, 2017

Yoshi

IDRIS here again.
There are a lot of people that like to admire me. Yesterday, I had visitors that asked about the numbers on my side. They asked what the "RC" stood for.  I believe it means "Really Cute". 






Yoshi is my little friend that stays with me. He is pretty quiet, but once he's warmed up, he's a real motor-mouth.  He follows me everywhere.


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Wednesday, June 7, 2017

MY NAME IS IDRIS

After many debates, and out right begging, Lezlie finally gave in and let me have a voice. Let me introduce myself: my name is Idris. I am 14 months old, born in Key West, FL. Lezlie drug me to Kemah, Tx right after I was born, but not before I felt the clear blue waters of Florida. I went out on Galveston Bay, but I longed for my birth place...home.






Several weeks ago, I shed that ugly blue tarp and was given a cover made of Sunbrella. The blue tarp leaked and my cockpit would have to be bailed out after every rain.


It made me feel neglected and unappreciated. But now, I have a cover of Sunbrella. I feel so pretty.

A few weeks ago, I received news that I was going HOME! Dreams do come true. It is a long road to my new home though. I am traveling to see family members for the first time. these are exciting times. I heard there is a new family member due to arrive any day now. I can't wait to see him.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS


After I moved back to Texas, people would ask where I moved from. When I told them I moved here from Key West, with a puzzled looked they would always ask, "WHY?" As of late, I have wondered the same thing. Why did I leave my friends and family? Why did I leave that clear blue water? Why did I leave that laid-back atmosphere? WHY? I tried to explain my reasons for leaving Key West, but I think I was trying to convince myself more than everyone else that it was a good decision.

I left Paradise ( Key West ) more because of an emotional need than financial. Sometimes you have to distance yourself from a situation, or location, to learn about yourself. Texas has done that for me. The Israelites spent 40 years wandering in the wilderness before they reached the Promised Land. Jesus spent 40 days in the wilderness. I have spent more than 40 weeks in what has felt like the wilderness. Feeling lost, but hopefully wandering toward peace in my soul. I guess you could say that I "found myself" or "got my head together". I learned life lessons.

A few years ago, when I was at my daughter's home, on the chalk board was a list of Pros and Cons to living in Key West vs Texas. That stuck in my brain, and so I did the same. Needless to say, there was only one item on the Cons of Key West... expensive rent.

Last December, I flew back to Key West for a visit. It felt like I was home. With a lot of thought and soul searching, I have decided to go HOME. It will be a financial challenge, but I have had that here too. I have worked as many as three jobs trying to make ends meet... and most months they didn't.

"IF YOU DON'T LIKE WHERE YOU ARE, MOVE. YOU ARE NOT A TREE."


Easier said than done. In the past year, I have accumulated THINGS. It takes money to move these THINGS. The alternative is to get rid of said THINGS. But, I don't want to. I like my bed, I like my table, I like my couch. My last move, I was able to load everything I owned in my Ford and boat. I can't do that anymore. A rental truck has been reserved, and I have started to accumulate boxes. I will get there, and have my things with me.