Three months. Phewee. It’s really quite a long time. If someone drew a boat-shaped outline on the floor, 23 feet by 6, and told you that you weren’t allowed outside it, nor was anybody else allowed inside it, for three months, it would sound a bit like – well, like solitary confinement. Then stick a rowing machine in the middle of it, and you’ve got solitary confinement with hard labour.
The food is probably better than in prison (I’m guessing here, never having been in prison myself) but there’s nobody to serve it to me. This is a self-catering cell. The upside is that there is no jailer ordering me around, telling me what to do and when. Only my own conscience.
As to whether this gives me a sense of freedom – I suppose that is up to me. I can look on it as “here I am, confined to this tiny boat for months at a time”, or I can take the positive view: “look at this huge sky, and this vast ocean, and nobody to get in the way of my view – wow!”
I’m sure there’s a message in there, to the effect that no matter how constrained our circumstances, we can still exercise free will to the extent that we choose how we perceive our situation. But as we’ve just had a Philosophy Friday I am going to leave that to you to ponder.
Some interesting waves today, described thus by my weatherman, Lee Bruce: “wave forecast shows total height of 6m, occasional 7.5m. But that’s a combination of SSW swell, very long-period SW swell (17-19 seconds), SE-ish swell, and ESE/SE wind waves.” 7.5 metres is about 24 feet, which sounds huge, but actually it hasn’t been too bad. Because it is such a long-period swell, my boat goes up, and then it goes down, rather than the violent rocking that results from shorter, choppier waves. In fact, I quite enjoy the big swells – they mean I get a good view out across the ocean from the top, and I do like a wave with a view!
However, having said that, I am under a big storm cloud as I write this and the ocean is getting rather feisty. So I will keep this short and get safely horizontal as soon as I can. Gusts of 30 knots are forecast for tonight.
Still edging up to that magical halfway mark. It could well be tomorrow. I have my celebratory treats at the ready.
At last I had a dream with Johnny Depp in it. We were both in a film – he was starring, I just had a small role – but I did have a scene with the man himself. Lots of my friends were in it too. And I discovered to my surprise that one of the other stars, Scarlett Johanssen, is only four foot tall. Much shorter than me. Ah yes, it was a very good dream!
Good luck to Diana Nyad, the 61-year-old about to attempt to swim from Cuba to Key West. I am very impressed already, whether she makes it or not – but I hope she does and wish her all the best! (Thanks to Rich Hular for the info.)
Thanks, Eric, for the joke about the gravediggers/septic tank installers. Made me laugh out loud!
Quote: “Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of reaching out to fix the part of the world that is within our reach. Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this poor suffering world, will help immensely.” (Clarissa Pinkola Estes, writer)
Sponsored Miles: Doug Grandt (Larry), Anne and Peter Thomson, David Martin and Todd Lowe, thank you for sponsoring miles rowed.