Imagination rules the world

                                    -Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-1824)

This is officially the beginning of my blog writing. I suppose it is a form of journalism, as a foundation for future possibilities. I don’t actually have any plans, other than the fact that I would like to be a pilot, though not necessarily commercial flights. I would like to join the army and/or Air Force. But enough of me! It’s time for you to be regaled with tales of my family and me, on our boat, just living.

 Sailing is our life. We meet many friends this way, some of whom have become family. So here we are in the famous Caribbean, feeling the heat, dare I say, enjoying it. I know, I know. You’re wishing I would quit moaning about the high temperature. But how would you like to feel as if you are slowly being roasted alive. The only respite is swimming.

Unfortunately, at times, the water is actually warmer than outside by a few degrees. I have recently shaken off the ruinous disease known as sea sickness. Equally unlucky, is the fact that I seem to have passed it down to Jabez. His way of combatting it is either to sit dejectedly, in the cockpit, with his head over the side as we thunder over the swell, or simply to stand up, keep his eyes on the horizon whilst busily steering the boat. Personally, I think the latter one is by far a much better option, despite the fact that it makes him VERY grumpy, for the simple reason as he wants to be sitting out on the deck and not confined to the arena that is the steering area.

Me, on the other hand, well, I feel great during these little day sails, (hops, if you will) though I am not too eager to test my newfound immunity on a long distance passage. There’s no guarantee that I won’t be contributing a nice buffet for the creatures down below the water. I apologize for that grotesque imagery, but it is kind of funny, in a disgusting sort of way. Mostly, however, I am out on deck enjoying the sail, fashionably outfitted in my rose tinted ‘cats eyes’ sunglasses. Well, I find them fashionable. That’s not to say everyone else does. If people think they look funny, good for them. I don’t care.

Then of course, there is the matter of my brother and I. At times, we have this kind of ability to read each other openly, as you would a book. And at other times we close our pages on purpose, as to not let the other one in. To be straightforward, we have our good moments and we have our bad. I prefer to dwell on the better instances, though it is usually the troubles and mistakes mixed with the accomplishments and smiles that makes for a perfect moment.

smiling.