It’s been a while since I posted about our remuddling efforts. I’m working on a our new bathroom reveal, but in the meantime I’m taking a step back to record our thoughts on the bigger picture.
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
Well things blew up spectacularly here in the States. My 40th year of life on earth is proving to be equal parts learning to feel deeply, learning The Life-Changing Magic of Not Giving a F*ck (which I’ve ordered from the library and am eager to read), and taking empowered action. In the spirit of what-doesn’t-kill-me-makes-me-stronger, I’m enjoying a look back at all that strengthens me.
Bill, still looking healthy in October of 2015.
In February of 2016, while we were still in the Bahamas, our friend Bill passed away. My throat still tightens a little as I write this, even though it’s been over six months.
Well, it’s been a few months now. Here’s our much overdue post on coming back to the States.
So the engine never got fixed. As Tig took apart more and more of the iron beast, it became clear that it was not going to work, even if he pimped me out. Instead, we threw ourselves into Regatta week and partied it up over on other people’s boats.
V with E of sv Serenade.
Maybe it was fate that engine troubles cut our trip short. Not long after, I ran into sv Serenade outside Exuma Market.
Georgetown Regatta Week in pictures.
So we decided to make the best of being stuck here. That means staying for the Georgetown Regatta Week.
I think our sophomore cruise could be safely divided into three time periods: B.F., D.F., and A.F. (tongue-in-cheek for “Before, During and After sv Fairchild”). It’s been wonderful for the kiddos.
Back in Georgetown. Here’s how it all went down, the short version. (more…)