If you were to ask my body if it had a good time this weekend sailing the Midwinters in Marina del Rey, it would tell you that it’s seen better days. I was about to start counting bruises and cuts on my arms and legs, but decided against it after a cursory glance that turned into overwhelming dismay. Note to self: do not wear dresses or shorts for a while less the public in general think I’ve suffered at the hands of an abusive boyfriend.
Physical pain aside, it was great to see everyone two days in a row and feel like a little amphibious family who despite having intermittent disagreements, always come back because divorce is too expensive, and for God’s sake think of the kids.
Remember the camera that came back from the dead? Well, the little beast continues its slow descent into oblivion. It turns on and off sporadically, sometimes turning on, but not actually showing anything on the screen. The lens is clearly full of dust or something, and at times seems hesitant to focus on the right things. In the meantime, I’m still taking it on joy rides out on the water, and trying to capture a glimpse of that life I love.
Both days were excellent sailing conditions — lots of wind and sunshine.
“Ok mates, the start is in 4 minutes, I mean, 2 minutes, actually 8 minutes, nevermind, 4 minutes… no, wait.”
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