Thanks for the kind replies to my "first sail" post.
The "Bob" name was intended to mean "bob," like a cork, of course, with a
side reference to a family in-joke. We're always dragging home puppies,
kittens, guinea pigs, lost birds, etc and if the animal doesn't already have a
name, we call it Bob. We've had quite a few Bobs in the family. We like to
do this to infuriate my husband's long-time business partner Bob (who doesn't
quite get the size of this boat and is expecting my family to invite his
family on board for cocktail hour). M15 #478 is pre Bob Eeg, but if he wants
to join me in some mischief, he's welcome to name his next boat "Grace" and we
can both vehemently deny that we have ever met.
I salute your wife for reading something about sailing. Here is my plan for
husbands to get non-sailing wives interested in sailing: You must remind her
that she is a saint to put up with you. You must fearlessly account for every
penny that you spend on sailing and insist that she spend twice that amount on
her own interests. All the time spent working on the boat, dreaming about the
boat or sailing the boat must be matched minute for minute by asking how her
day went, cleaning the bathroom, and entertaining your in-laws. If she
consents to go on the boat with you, you may not say anything, I repeat
ANYTHING, critical about how she sails; that includes all commands,
instructions, teaching and "helping." Each time she takes the helm, she gets a
diamond. If she falls in at the dock, she gets a new car. If she suggests
going for a sail, you fly her to Hawaii to renew your vows.
Yes, Pinto Lake is near Watsonville, CA. Today, when the kids are done with
their last day of school, they and I go on our second sail, trailering "Bob"
about 60 miles to Del Valle Lake for a couple of days. We feel very daring
that since we're not allowed to be on the lake after dark, we're camping in a
"pull through" space and sleeping on the boat. At least, I'll be sleeping on
the boat. The kids will be on the ground, pulling bucket duty, providing the
soothing splash-against-the-hull sounds that I like.
I bought a temporary-style swim ladder and a bucket-attach potty seat, and
following my "spouse laws" this provides my saint husband with enough money to
take a friend to drink about a dozen $10 beer at a Giants game and stay home
to take care of Bob the bird and Bob the dog. Unfortunately, he won't be
there to back the boat into the water, but I figure I'm getting pretty good at
going around and around the parking lot; and if one of those power boaters
gets impatient with me clogging up the launch ramp, they can get a bunch of
their friends, and we'll all hand carry the boat down.
And no, I swear, I wasn't letting no Potter 15 pass me. We were approaching
from opposite ends of the lake, and each time we passed, I made sure we were
on a starboard tack, so that we could cut devastingly close to his bow, and
fire off the cannons and brandish our cutlasses and let Bob the parrot scream
nautical obscenities at him.
Happy sailing!
grace M 15 #478 "Bob" (maybe)
No, I have never met Bob Eeg in my life. I don't even know how to pronounce
his name. Does it rhyme with "lobe"?
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