tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552422419133819877.post5736560027832782727..comments2024-03-13T14:21:41.243-05:00Comments on The Retirement Project: “All hope abandon ye who enter here…”TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03459069175481821975noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552422419133819877.post-13749607637088359922013-09-20T17:23:08.741-05:002013-09-20T17:23:08.741-05:00I have hope. But f you winter here, our couch'...I have hope. But f you winter here, our couch's comfort is yours for the taking. But you won't need it. You'll be on the water. We believe!<br /><br />But we'll miss coming home to dumplings.Matt Mc.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17328574705362082458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552422419133819877.post-28022703065488620582013-09-20T11:53:06.536-05:002013-09-20T11:53:06.536-05:00Tim, Deb, Since Kintala has lived on a Great Lake,...Tim, Deb, Since Kintala has lived on a Great Lake, and a little lake, maybe Posiedeon doesn't quite recognize her yet. Next time you splash her, have another christening/renaming/welcome to the ocean party. Offer your best and then take in a good portion for yourself. I hear Marker's Mark is good for removing stains like the funk you're in.<br />I've been a long time lurker and am cheering for y'all. Go rent a motorcycle and drive through morning rush hour in your local metropolis and remind yourself what all the hard work is for.<br /> Keep calm and sail a boat!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05051978211928095735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552422419133819877.post-77935889327845859272013-09-20T08:23:29.638-05:002013-09-20T08:23:29.638-05:00Tim, It might me time for a witch doctor to shake ...Tim, It might me time for a witch doctor to shake his rattle at your boat. Just joking. Hang in there, you are sooo close now.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03834374596411919149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552422419133819877.post-50312134276147262592013-09-20T08:11:33.446-05:002013-09-20T08:11:33.446-05:00Dude, You are depressing me.
Whenever I think th...Dude, You are depressing me. <br /><br />Whenever I think this life sucks, I think of my old office cubicle and the ahole managers telling me how to do things they are completely unqualified to even talk about. <br /><br />I'll drop Deb off at work and ride in rush hour, seeing the clowns try to kill each other trying to get to the office to check their emails.<br /><br />I'll listen to Deb talk slowly, rubbing her temples blathering on about a deadline.<br /><br />I'll see emails from old co-workers telling me they hate me for leaving this rat hole, letting them suffer alone.<br /><br />I'll then remember how nice I have it when my only problems are boat problems, because there is nothing better than messing about in boats, eh?<br /><br />I know I shouldn't be offering advice after getting a migraine over propane bottles, but somewhere, someone warned us about all this stuff. Old boats are a lot of work, and full of surprises; especially the bigger models. "if you want to sail economically, buy a smaller boat!" I heard this many times, but Deb can't sleep in a tube, so here we are. You have to know there are more surprises coming. I'm betting the next time we haul out I'm going to start pulling my hair out over my rudder leaking rust. I can just feel it. <br /><br />If we were in our previous life I would be pulling my hair out over the van needing new bearings, or the roof leaking...<br /><br />Cheer up! I'll buy the first round when you get here. At happy hour prices of course.<br /><br />PLatitude 43https://www.blogger.com/profile/09482326023480150403noreply@blogger.com