QUOTE="JamesG161, post: 1423734, member: 123859"]I figure this...
When I am a burden to the crew with my health, time retire from boating.
Otherwise, I bet you can be the "Vice Admiral" and let others run your boat and enjoy the ride.
Jim...[/QUOTE]
Hmm, who might that be? Time to think about selecting a candidate. My oldest son and his family live in Texas. He wants to move back here, but alas his career takes precedent. Ditto my number two son, but unsure there, too. Son number three lives in Wenatchee with his family and career. He is trying to move back to the west side. My youngest and his family live in Lake Stevens, but unsure whether there is any interest. Maybe.
Meanwhile, time will work it out. One thing I learned/was taught many years ago of the immense power in the subconscious. Consciously decide on a path/direction/goal. Write it down helps, with some number of intermediate steps to achieve that goal. Then let your subconscious take over. At some point your subconscious will present a subtle conscious notice that you have reached your first intermediate step. Some may disregard that notice, or miss it altogether. Others will capture the moment and move to the next step, and so on.
Trouble is, once you turn it on, it is really hard to turn it off. Some (my wife) might refer to that as an obsession. One silly example of many; I need a pair of brown leather gloves to protect my hands while sailing. So, I'm driving or running along in the neighborhood one day and my attention turns to a brown leather glove along side the road. Huh! Must be a mate nearby. Sure enough, it is a short distance ahead. That was some number of years ago. In addition to the 60+ pairs of recovered brown leather gloves, countless pairs of those garden gloves dipped in polyester, nice insulated black dress leather gloves, heavy workman leather gloves, liquid proof chemical polyester type gloves that come in handy dealing with mud covered anchor chain, etc., etc., etc. Tools, also. I have several tool boxes (boat, shop, home, wife, etc.) filled with recovered tools, most very nice.
Ditto knit hats, fleece gloves, coats, shirts, jackets, towels, money, and so on. Sheesh.
When I am a burden to the crew with my health, time retire from boating.
Otherwise, I bet you can be the "Vice Admiral" and let others run your boat and enjoy the ride.
Jim...[/QUOTE]
Hmm, who might that be? Time to think about selecting a candidate. My oldest son and his family live in Texas. He wants to move back here, but alas his career takes precedent. Ditto my number two son, but unsure there, too. Son number three lives in Wenatchee with his family and career. He is trying to move back to the west side. My youngest and his family live in Lake Stevens, but unsure whether there is any interest. Maybe.
Meanwhile, time will work it out. One thing I learned/was taught many years ago of the immense power in the subconscious. Consciously decide on a path/direction/goal. Write it down helps, with some number of intermediate steps to achieve that goal. Then let your subconscious take over. At some point your subconscious will present a subtle conscious notice that you have reached your first intermediate step. Some may disregard that notice, or miss it altogether. Others will capture the moment and move to the next step, and so on.
Trouble is, once you turn it on, it is really hard to turn it off. Some (my wife) might refer to that as an obsession. One silly example of many; I need a pair of brown leather gloves to protect my hands while sailing. So, I'm driving or running along in the neighborhood one day and my attention turns to a brown leather glove along side the road. Huh! Must be a mate nearby. Sure enough, it is a short distance ahead. That was some number of years ago. In addition to the 60+ pairs of recovered brown leather gloves, countless pairs of those garden gloves dipped in polyester, nice insulated black dress leather gloves, heavy workman leather gloves, liquid proof chemical polyester type gloves that come in handy dealing with mud covered anchor chain, etc., etc., etc. Tools, also. I have several tool boxes (boat, shop, home, wife, etc.) filled with recovered tools, most very nice.
Ditto knit hats, fleece gloves, coats, shirts, jackets, towels, money, and so on. Sheesh.
