My Retreat

That is a picture of my thirty-two foot boat (Boy, had a hard time getting a new post today, Blogger seems to be having a fit) , before I put a radar unit on it, anchored in Discovery Bay, where I once spent two days and nights at one with self and the cosmos. It wasn’t fancy on the outside but it had good running gear, new tanks and wiring and was very dependable. I made a special carburetor for it and it got decent fuel consumption for that size of a boat. Didn’t go fast but I didn’t care about that. It wasn’t real pretty on the outside but it had a wonderful warm cabin inside. The berth was cedar lined and the cabin was all mahogany. She has an eleven-foot beam and a NINE foot wide cabin, one foot makes a lot of difference. Table and two seats on the left side, and a head. Long seat and small kitchen area on the right side. A very comfortable and serviceable setup compared to other boats the same size.
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I didn’t take her out a lot, but did invite others to go out on it with me to watch the fireworks on the forth of July. Best seat in the house and no traffic to fight later. And a head for anyone that needed it.
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But, it was always at its berth in the marina and I spent many a night on that boat having mighty struggles and arguments with the cosmos, reading books, writing on my laptop, and sleeping under the special quilt that Laurel Ann made for me, it was my retreat. Sometimes I spent days on her. The heat was left on because I also went there in the winter, she was always waiting there, welcoming me. I built a seagull nest and mounted it on the seawall and watched families of gulls come and go. Last spring a goose couple even used it, but a coon got her eggs.
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I took a woman there once, for an, umm, spiritual experience. That went over like a fart in church, turned out that she was just a ‘bad Catholic’ (her own words) that wanted to be screwed, like a monkey. Oh well, romantic as she was in some ways, she is first and foremost just a spoiled brat with a short fuse and a big temper.
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I sold her last fall, they are raising the moorage rates every year for the next five years. They want to make this an upscale marina, to hell with common folk. It’s okay, she served her purpose very well at the time, it was time to move on. I now hike to the hot springs often, and I’ve bought a small camp trailer that I will fix up and use as a retreat, it will be more flexible. And I have this comfy room (to me), with the owl chalice over the head of my bed, all is well. Here, but the rest of the world, boy, it’s scary out there.
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I’m changing comments to registered bloggers only. Some anonymous comments don’t bother me, I just think they are cowards that won’t display anything about themselves. I’m changing it because of the idiot that spams us with money making crap. It’s tiresome deleting those posts.
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Sorry, no jokes today, I felt like being deep. Well, Lusty doesn’t like me anymore I guess, thinks that I am a troublemaker, it’s alright, she isn’t as much fun anymore anyway, but how about a deep thought? The world needs gadflies willing to poke everyone in the forehead. Love, Peace… Hugs. BBC