Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Lone Jeanne's at a half-way mark in the Roaring Forties

How’s that amazing lady, Jeanne Socrates, doing on her own down there in the mighty Southern Ocean, and all alone for the 167th day?
This is the, well, elder with her heart set on two astonishing world titles, to be the oldest woman to sail solo nonstop unassisted around the world, and the first woman to sail solo nonstop unassisted around the world from North America.
And the 76-year-old has been alone on her 38-ft yacht, Nereida, since 3rd October.
 She left the Pacific coast of the US, sailed down through the North then South Pacific, the into the very grown-up waters of the Southern Ocean and rounded notorious old Cape Horn.

Utter determination

Now’s she followed the Roaring Forties to South Africa, had the strength of mind – and utter determination – to keep sailing and is now nearly halfway across the oceanic gap between South Africa and Australia.
Will the temptation to be back in human company be too strong, and will she turn slightly North-East for very hospitable Freemantle and Perth?
The temptation must be there, at least in the back of her mind, and of course, every day she that she plots her position on a chart, she sees how much more alluringly close she is getting to complete and completely safe hospitality.
She knows it, but her logbook ignores it singlemindedly. It gets not a mention.
Continues on the blogs for my ocean adventuring book, Sailing to Purgatory, at http://sailingtopurgatory.com/index.php/feeds/365-lone-jeanne-s-at-a-half-way-mark-in-the-roaring-forties

Sunday, March 17, 2019

What would you like to learn today?

What would you like to learn today, or perhaps being a little more optimistic, what are you learning today?
Or even more realistically, what would you like to be learning, if you could only find the time?
Then, just when you’re thinking of the perfect reason for putting the idea off till tomorrow - which is so much wiser than rushing into things - you remember some of the subjects friends claim to be learning.
Very quickly you realise they are doing it - obviously - to shame you.

Really discouraging

Dwelling on the determination and eagerness of friends can be really discouraging.
 Let me tell you about the learning projects of one or two of them in my life. It's infuriating.
 One’s studying yoga, another is doing some senior study at university in grief counselling - good grief.
 One boasts of spending an age perfecting handstands, or is it headstands, and another high finance, which I gather means investing lumps of your savings online, rather like a real-life game of Monopoly.
Inspired by my first sail in twenty years last month, imagination is prompting me towards a marathon voyage, and for that I need to refresh many skills.

 Wads of info

 So, yes, I am obliging me to learn, or relearn. Or to think about it.
 If you were to see me at the gym these mornings, you would find wads of information propped up before me as if I were back playing in a band again.
Continues on the blogs for my ocean adventuring book, Sailing to Purgatory, http://sailingtopurgatory.com/index.php/feeds/363-what-would-you-like-to-learn-today

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Looking for tips on tips

What better way to enjoy friendship than to share a meal with the nearest and dearest, and those rather a little distant or removed from the heart’s glow?
Circumstances as of late rather exclude me from the pleasure, but I remember many outings of that nature well.
I confess I don't remember why it feels good to be eating in company, but memory says that it was - I most post-childhood.
And thinking about enforced table manners from junior years leaves me wondering about other creatures in the kingdom of animals.

 Eating in company

 No, I think it must be the reserve of humans. Cats and dogs often display anything but pleasure to be sharing.
Critters like dairy cows and horses do eat in company, but never seem to exactly signal that they are pleased to. Eating in company, out on the town, brings a distinctly human dilemma.
What to leave to show appreciation for the staff who cooked and served.
Yet it is worth asking why restaurant diners feel they should leave anything. The staff are paid, aren’t they?
If you buy fish and chips, a pizza, or any other takeaway, you’re not expected to - nor would - offer a percentage of the total to the people you hope are not passing on a certain dose of food poisoning.
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