Tomorrow is Tim's birthday and for any of you who don't know us that well, this will continue our streak of something like 20 years that we haven't spent it together (maybe even 25?). Tim is on Nomad tonight and I am in Indianapolis doing battle with a rather incredible amount of poison ivy in my son-in-law's yard since he is critically allergic to the stuff. To his credit, he did try to deal with it himself but somehow or another the vile juice snuck between his shirt and gloves and now he's miserably covered with weeping blisters. Mom-in-law to the rescue. The yard is shaping up nicely in preparation for their home sale. I do believe, though, that this is the first time that our not being together on Tim's birthday was due to me - usually it's a flight of his that does the duty.
At any rate, Happy Birthday Captain. And whether we happen to be together to celebrate it or not, my heart is with you today and every other one.
(or how to move onto a sailboat) With the advent of our 50th birthdays came the usual sorts of life evaluations that one goes through. At what have I succeeded? What contributions have I made? What do I have left that I want to do before I die? Living on the water was high on both our lists. For any who share the dream, and for our family members who might not understand, this is our story. We don't know where it will take us, but welcome along for the ride!
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