Holy Torpedo! It’s already the 9th?? Where does the time go??

Wow – April is flying right on by, and I haven’t even started to think about one of the things that is about to confront me once again, once the snow and ice have finally departed for yet another Canadian winter– my passion for sailing.

You see folks, I have long harboured within my bosom the desire to be a sailor – to feel the salty brine of the sea splashing against my leathery cheek, whilst navigating by the light of the heavenly stars. I desire to feel the rise and fall of a worthy sea vessel, and to say ‘arrr” just because I can. I want to hoist my mainsail…

We’ve even taken sailing lessons in the past, Mrs. That Dan Guy and I. The course just called my name, even if it mispronounced it a little bit. Truth be told, I was a natural, like a seal to a ball. I aced the written portion, and once we were out on the water, I knew that I was fulfilling my destiny. Even if I did have to sit in a deck chair, and hang on for dear life. Who knew water could be so blasted volatile?

Nevertheless, our buoyant voyage didn’t diminish my dreams, and still I crave to clamber aboard a vessel of my own one day. With my faithful deckhand at my side. Nothing but open vistas before us.

It is to dream, and then to grasp. I would call my ship "Sea Biscuit".

It is a mariner’s life for me…

Chow for now!!