blue peter.

packing up and shipping out. literally.

it's been a while since i called a boat my home for longer than a couple of hours out on the lake. i think it's like riding a bike. it should be, right??

i used to be able to tie every knot known to man. i tied half-hitches more often than i tied my shoes.

i feel like i grew up on a boat. like a pirate. but not. it's a fantastic way of life. assuming you don't get sea sick or have a fear of swimming with sharks. and even if you do, there is a cure for both.

dramamine ... and swim like hell.

as your luck would have it, it has been suggested (which really means demanded, but demands can't officially be made by someone who isn't you boss) that i invest in one of those stoopid airport cards - or whatever they are called - ya know, the thing you shove into your laptop so you can always be connected to the internet, even if you take a weekend getaway to space.

so maybe during a particularly good heel, while i'm practically upside down, i'll post something particularly beautiful.

like water.