Since we are among “friends” here or co conspirators, brothers, sisters, yada yada. We can talk. One of the leading statements I always get about my boat love. ” I sure love those boats, but they sure are a lotta work” Or any other statement of them being different. They of course are justifying being a lemming or pod person. Living life on the freeway of life. And well. That aint for me, and isn’t fun riding through life on one large bus with all of us going together to where? What fun is that? It’s hell to me.
So in many ways I always try and enjoy the trip and and take back roads even if I have no idea where they go. I just know that they all lead to the same place. And if you look at yourself in the mirror, you see that in yourself as well. Or not. Okay look out at your dock. Pontoon boat? Yup. Your a lemming. Okay maybe a comfortable reliable Lemming. With lots of Lemming friends. But I will be the one out there broken down and having the time of my life. And refusing to be towed in by you just out of spite.
Okay, maybe this isn’t really romanticizing our way of life. And thats okay. Cause love and joy always has a degree of difficulty attached to it. It’s the tension that makes love stronger. And man oh man, it’s the life for me. The life in the Channel that isn’t marked. But you know is there.