We are back in Hong Kong but after less than 16 hours I was on my way to Singapore. Wow, I am tired. I had a terrible, terrible nightmare last night and woke-up at 4 AM badly jet lagged and with that yucky post-nightmare feeling. You know the one… that feeling that won’t go away even when you think to yourself, "thank goodness that was only a dream." In a nutshell, in the dream Sebastian was abducted. About 2 – 3 years later we were reunited. Seb had no idea who I was but he was still wearing his Superman outfit. The dream lasted forever and was sprinkled with a variety of criminal activities – robberies, drug deals etc – where people tried to implicate me. The real criminal was the guy who abducted Sebastian… it was just all bad and a far cry from the peaceful picture of Nathan fishing off the dock at Fintry (above).
The second picture here is the final version of T4 sailing near dusk one evening. Blake suggested I do some green "misting" of the sails, hull, etc. I think he made a good suggestion. (Blake also used the same paint to paint a dead bush in the Fintry driveway… I should have gotten a picture of that!) In the end I managed to get T4 balanced enough to successfully point "to windward" and a very quick close to broad reach balance, too. (So quick, that at one point while swimming to retrieve T4, I was unable to keep up!) I took some video of T4 sailing that looks quite cool in slow motion. When I get a moment I’ll post that and other videos of the kids singing, diving and generally having fun at Fintry… no nightmares.
Even though I am now on the other side of the world, it is still cottage season in Canada and I’ll continue to visit my sister’s blog at Cottage Life Magazine while dreaming about Fintry!
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3 Replies to “Back in the saddle…”
those ngihtmares are tough to recover from. glad all is well now. get some good rest will ya?
I had one of those a couple of weeks back. I did feel horrible the whole day, but I realised that the nightmare’s purpose was to expell some dark thoughts/worries from within me, so maybe in the long run you too will feel better having exorcised what was worrying you 🙂
In the event any of the grandchildren go missing you can bet dollars to doughnuts that Mo has them. I hope she doesn’t read this.
Love to all…Blake