Psst..I Think the Affair is Over

Getting ready for my facial

Last night Skipper wheeled me over to the area where he always takes me to work on me. I saw varnish, resin and fiberglass in the shed too.  I woke up this morning and looked out to the driveway.  Empty!  That Green Harlot is nowhere to be found!

I'm pretty sure that Skipper broke up with that verdant homewrecker.  He's starting to pay attention to me again! I'm glad he saw through that no amount of new paint can hide the fact that she's an old barge.  It's about time too.  it's only two weeks before I go off to our summer home, and I want to look my best for the fleet.

I Knew Something was up

The last thing Skipper saw before he got very wet

Skipper is having an affair on me!

First, he brings me down to the frostbite series, races once, then abandons me for six weeks before he shows up for the last race.  I was so mad that I dumped him into the water.  I thought that since he doesn't have a drysuit, he'd be so cold and wet that he'd go back in and take me home.  Not my hardheaded skipper.  He sat out the rest of that one race, then went right back at it. 

Then he packs me up on the trailer and takes me home.  He didn't even bother to put the blankets back on me or put my inspection port covers back in.  He's either mad at me for dumping him or something is up.  He usually doesn't ignore me like this. Now birds have pooped on me and rain got into my hull.  He says he "forgot", but now I know better.

He came home very late the other night.  He had something big hitched to the back of the van, but from the back yard I couldn't see it to well. Then came the morning and I saw this:

The Other Woman

A rival! Now I know why he's ignoring me! That green harlot in the driveway has stolen him from me. He said that he was going to spend some quality time in May with me, patching me up and fixing my leak. But Noooo, he was fawning over her all day yesterday, power washing her and checking out her sails, while I sat alone and dirty in the back yard.

I just hope that she can't write.

A Hundred Feet of Snow

All that stands between me and sailing! (that's me under the blue blanket).

I'm Trapped!

Skipper promised to take me out sailing today.  He was supposed to bring me out of the back yard, up the hill and into the driveway.  I't's about a 100 foot trip.  Then work got busy for him and he had to work three nights in a row and couldn't bring me up.  Then it started snowing.  The weathermen said that it wasn't going to snow too much, so Skipper said he'd pull me up on Saturday after the storm.

Well the weather people were wrong!  We got dumped on.  Skipper says the official measurement was 22.6 inches!  Now I'm looking at 100 feet of two-foot deep snow and a downed tree blocking the way.

This is spring?

Left Behind!

Why am I NOT in this picture?

Why isn't there a blue and yellow striped sail in this picture? There should be!  Instead, Skipper went out on the Committee Boat and left me home.  Didn't he even read my last post?  I'm bored!  I want to be on the water! But did he even think to take me?  NOOO, he took his camera instead!

Oh wait. Maybe he's mad at me for trying to dump him in the drink on that cold last day of fall racing.  Oh God I hope not!  Please don't tell anyone, especially Skipper, that I was mad. If he finds out he'll never take me racing! Tell him I'm sorry and I want to go out on the water and I promise that I won't dump him overboard!

I'm So Bored!

Here I am, stashed away in the back yard. My inspection ports are open and the wind blows right through me.  I'm freezing!  Once in a while, the cats bring me tidbits of gossip about Skipper.  Other than that nobody talks to me and I'm lonely.

I know that Skipper is in the house, looking at a big picture frame hanging on the wall.  The cats tell me that the frame shows a lot of pictures of things called "Football" and "Hockey".  I hope those are things that you can't do in the summer, because I'm bored to tears sitting back here, and I can't wait for sailing season to start!

Finally Safe Under the Covers

Finally safe under the covers for the winter.  (The Canoe is more the outdoors type)

That interminable frostbite season is finally over.  Skipper drained all the water out of my hull, gave me a bath and tucked me in safe under the covers. something he should have done two months ago.

On that last day of frostbiting, I did my best to give him a taste of that he's been doing to me for the past six weeks.  I made sure that my mainsheet caught on his lifejacket on every tack.  I wrapped the mainsheet around his foot a bunch of times. I kept popping my bailer plug. It would have been almost worth the wet cold sail to get him into the drink, but he managed to keep dry no matter what I tried.  Finally I settled for going really really slowly on the last race as the temperature plummeted.

I heard skipper talking to another skipper about a different frostbite series that's going on nearby that runs all winter.  Then, thank LaserPerformance, he said "I may be fanatical, but I'm not crazy".

Anyone Got any Dramamine?

Look at this all day and you'll get dizzy too!

It seems that skipper wants me to get seasick!  We went frostbiting again, and he was so busy trying to win that he forgot to sail.  He fouled a guy in the tight first race, and by the time he did his turns he found his way into last place.  Then he thought the course was twice around and he passed a bunch of boats on the last leg, only to sail past the committee boat on the wrong side and continue on up the leg.  By the time he realized that it was once around he was last again.  Then he ran into two guys who were tied up at the mark (oh, and he hit the mark too).  I have no idea how many turns he did for that one, I was too dizzy to count.  Throw in a couple of general recalls and all I wanted to do was crawl onto my trailer and get under the blanket!