Remember that sign that you used to see all over the place, pinned in office cubicles, independent stores and gas stations: “You don’t have to be crazy to work here, but it helps” I ought to have one of those in my cabin.
Maybe it’s because I recently listened to the audiobook of “Shutter Island” about an institution for the criminally insane, but as I unstrapped myself from my bunk this morning and administered my vitamin pills, I felt like I was becoming my own Nurse Ratchett. Confined to my tiny cell in solitary confinement while the wind and the waves rage outside, I am definitely getting a touch of cabin fever. One Flew Over The Sedna Solo.
During the night I’d had one full 360 capsize and a couple of knockdowns, which were less fun than a root canal. I had emerged unscathed from the night’s dramas, but my equipment had suffered quite a bit of damage. The deck looked like a disaster zone, with various bits of broken kit dangling and banging in the wind. So once I had put out the sea anchor to make sure there were no more capsizes, I busied myself with cutting away the broken ends from my spare oars, fixing up the dismasted Sea-Me and VHF antennae with duct tape, stowing the shattered bucket, and generally tidying up.
That took me half the day. But what to do with the rest of the day, with no rowing to be done? The waves were still mountainous, and I can’t risk any more broken oars as I’m now down to my last pair. So I am playing it safe and sitting out the storm. But this is very, very boring.
I did some emails, but eventually it became too uncomfortable to sit hunched over my laptop any more. I stood out on the deck and watched the waves and the dorados for a bit, but it was wet, cold, and rather unsafe out there. I played Solitaire on my iPhone for a while (got my average time down to 3:00 minutes – woohoo!). But all of these scintillating pasttimes soon palled.
I may have to endure another 3 days of this if the high winds persist. If I wasn’t crazy when I set out across the ocean, I may well be by the time I reach the other side. ” You don’t have to be crazy to row oceans, but it helps.”
Actually, Solitaire isn’t so bad. It’s almost like meditation. It only takes half a brain, if that, so the other half is free to ponder and plan. But I don’t think it will catch on as a transcendental practice.
Thank you for sharing your stories of 9/11. I hope that the process of writing them was as cathartic for you as it was for me.
Doug – you mentioned the killjoy article “Going Green But Getting Nowhere”. It makes me cross that someone would write such a demotivating piece. Even the biggest corporation or government is made up of individuals, so we HAVE to start at that level. A “corporation” or a “government” doesn’t have a mind of its own – its direction is the accumulation of the people within it. Whichever way you look at it, we have to recruit hearts and minds – ideally of CEOs and presidents, but we ALL have a voice and a say in the future of our world.
Sindy – Leo Laporte introduced me to the Game of Thrones series. I loved them! As to an ETA, it would be premature to go public.
Quote for the day – on insanity: “The world we see that seems so insane is the result of a belief system that is not working. To perceive the world differently, we must be willing to change our belief system, let the past slip away, expand our sense of now, and dissolve the fear in our minds.” (William James)
Photo: Jack Nicholson in One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest.
Sponsored Miles: Not many miles rowed due to weather conditions.