I was sitting looking at the ocean yesterday with a clear blue sky overhead and beautiful green water out there and I said 'damn, I wish I had a boat I could get out there in'. My wife dropped the book she was reading about an inch and said 'I wish you knew how crazy that sounds', this in reference to our five sailboats, one powerboat, and two kayaks. I understand the sentiment, but I have rarely if ever found that 'perfect' boat for what I wanted to do with it at the right time.
Racing boats are not for cruising. They aren't really even good daysailors in many cases. My daysailors have always come with problems. I have rarely, rarely I say, felt that I was in the right place at the right time. Is this asking too much? Is my quest always to be in vain?
My goal right now is to get down to a Dragon and a small catboat. My wife's concern is that the small catboat may be too small and as our family grows (with grandbabies) that I will want a bigger boat. 'Voila' I cried, a Marshall Sanderling would do the trick for us, but thinking about it, that wouldn't fit the 98% of the time when I would be singlehanding, and the Sandpiper would be the right boat.
Like Frodo Baggins after he threw the Ring of Power into the molten lava of Mount Doom, am I always to be torn with this dilemma and know no peace in these, my waning days? Are there therapists to help people like me? Anyone want to toss me a little empathy, sympathy, or tickets to a nice symphony?
I have devised a wicked scheme (another one) which should allow me to move on another boat a year from now, not the two years I had originally planned. A year is a really long time.