Monday...

...and we are still on the boat. There is no good reason for us to still be on the boat. It is raining - again. The rain is teasing me by dripping through the hatches, reminding me that fixing the leaks is at the top of my "to-do" list while preventing me from actually getting the work done. Usually the only thing that keeps work from being done on the boat is the boat being out sailing. Clearly that is not going to happen this Monday either. Like I said, there is no good reason for us to still be on the boat.

Except, well, we like being on the boat. It is (mostly) dry and comfortable in the salon. The barely perceptible rocking motion lulls in a sense of well-being, and of sense of being in a good place. The thunder and lightning from the dark night have passed harmlessly by and all is well in our small, if a bit soggy, world; a welcome change from the norm. As a culture we are not a very "content" people. There is always something that has to be done, somewhere we need to go, some problem we have to fix, some enemy that must to be vanquished, some group that has to be put in their place, someone, somewhere, who is doing something of which we don't approve, and (for some reason) we are compelled to correct.

We will rejoin that world in a few hours. There will be trips to get done as safely as possible in the weather that prevails, plans to make for the coming holiday weekend, running here and scurrying there. There will be outrage at the idiocy of some political type who is sure god is on his or her side, sadness by yet another bombing where children blow up children at the urging of some demented old lunatic who is out to destroy anything good, and joy from grand children who have yet to be touched by the madness - toddling and climbing, playing games of hide-n-seek and generally getting on their Mother's nerves with an incessant display of energy.

In a few hours...