Dear Blabby,
I’m concerned about my mental health..
I remember reading a humorous definition of “Rapture of the Deep” as being:
“an obsessive desire to be surrounded by possessions of a nautical nature, such as lamps made from running lights and tiny ship's wheels”. At the time I thought it absurd. But lately…
Allow me to summarize a part of my day. I arrive at work, wearing my Hunter fleece top (purchased at sailboatowners.com), the cap of the day is the nice one that I got for subscribing to Cruising World at the boat show. Walking by the workbench, looking at the very nice painting of the U.S.S. Constellation kicking the crap out of a French brig hanging there, I hear the computer sound the bosuns whistle. I have a new email message. So I sit down at the desk. Take a quick look at the marina webcam that sits on the computer desktop. Check the current situation in the Vendee Globe and Volvo Ocean races. Open my email to find the latest discount offer from West Marine there. Stare at the print of Nelsons ships drying sails at Spithead sitting on my desk while planning my day. Leave the office taking a glance at the charcoal drawing of the Concord Point light that I did a few years ago.
And so on….
Get my point? Have I become obsessed?
I have to ashamedly admit to one day leaving the main menu screen of my “Master and Commander” DVD play for a couple hours just to hear the maritime sounds of creaking, water splashing, and wind.
But, I did draw the line at having a little prop on my trailer hitch receiver. Don’t want people to think that I have one of those “other” kind of boats after all.
So my dearest Blabby, oracle of the ages, am I doomed? Will my days be spent in a padded berth. Errr, uhh, padded room?
Signed,
Sailing on the Brain
Dear S.O.B.
There is one important question I must ask….
Don’t you think it seems the race boats are breaking an inordinate bunch of stuff even before reaching the Southern Ocean?
Capt. Blabby
S/V Blabbalong
I’m concerned about my mental health..
I remember reading a humorous definition of “Rapture of the Deep” as being:
“an obsessive desire to be surrounded by possessions of a nautical nature, such as lamps made from running lights and tiny ship's wheels”. At the time I thought it absurd. But lately…
Allow me to summarize a part of my day. I arrive at work, wearing my Hunter fleece top (purchased at sailboatowners.com), the cap of the day is the nice one that I got for subscribing to Cruising World at the boat show. Walking by the workbench, looking at the very nice painting of the U.S.S. Constellation kicking the crap out of a French brig hanging there, I hear the computer sound the bosuns whistle. I have a new email message. So I sit down at the desk. Take a quick look at the marina webcam that sits on the computer desktop. Check the current situation in the Vendee Globe and Volvo Ocean races. Open my email to find the latest discount offer from West Marine there. Stare at the print of Nelsons ships drying sails at Spithead sitting on my desk while planning my day. Leave the office taking a glance at the charcoal drawing of the Concord Point light that I did a few years ago.
And so on….
Get my point? Have I become obsessed?
I have to ashamedly admit to one day leaving the main menu screen of my “Master and Commander” DVD play for a couple hours just to hear the maritime sounds of creaking, water splashing, and wind.
But, I did draw the line at having a little prop on my trailer hitch receiver. Don’t want people to think that I have one of those “other” kind of boats after all.
So my dearest Blabby, oracle of the ages, am I doomed? Will my days be spent in a padded berth. Errr, uhh, padded room?
Signed,
Sailing on the Brain
Dear S.O.B.
There is one important question I must ask….
Don’t you think it seems the race boats are breaking an inordinate bunch of stuff even before reaching the Southern Ocean?
Capt. Blabby
S/V Blabbalong
