Sigh. Crew morale is low today in the Purple Palace (aka the sleeping cabin). Woody the Pirate has been doing his best to cheer me up with a few “Arrrr”s, and “Heave ho, me hearties!” but to little avail.
I seem to have got very stuck in an adverse current on this part of the ocean. The mileages for the last few days have been -6, -7 and -4.
But what has really got me down was the news that the young man who arranged my speaking engagement in San Diego last October has died suddenly. I only spent a couple of days in his company, but he was full of fun, charisma, intelligence, potential, and, well, life. I can’t believe what has happened. If I feel the loss this keenly on such a short acquaintance, I can’t begin to imagine how his girlfriend, family, and friends must be feeling. My deepest, heartfelt sympathies to them.
Not much news filters through to me out here on the ocean, so the little that does tends to make a much deeper impact. I try to believe that everything happens for a reason – after all, if it’s happened, time will eventually reveal the silver lining in the cloud – but sometimes the reason is nigh on impossible to fathom.
Sometimes you’ve just got to be sad, and know that everything has its season, if not its reason. This, too, shall pass.
Photo: trying to find the silver lining in the cloud (taken a week ago)
Our thanks go to Karin Oswald, Anke Altermann, Rien Scheffer, Ferid Ekmekcioglu, Gail Brownell, Liliana Domenech. Just a reminder that these represent miles that Roz has put effort into rowing, not always progress towards her goal.