Basketballs

The Good Ship Windshadow was sound indeed. It was truly our home for the week. A week which felt like a seperate lifetime, a month long at least. All was forgotten, all was ignored. It's not that we didn't have responsibilities, we certainly did, but they were enjoyable responsibilities. The kind of duties that a person relishes, the ones you can easily be proud of, and for good reason. I suppose one can be proud of keeping credit cards current & making rent & holding down a job, but it's an average pride. Life on land (to me) is so easily taken for granted, while life on the sea (for me) is easily appreciated. I had no idea how I would react to being on the water - to participating in the sea - if I would be seasick, or claustrophobic, or even bored (although I didn't think this would happen (but I'm sure it does to others)). I feel that I was completely at home on the boat - we adapted like true professionals (professional pleasure seekers, maybe). We didn't complain about the cramped quarters or manual toilet or lack of refrigeration, we adapted ourselves to the environment. Instead of missing the ease & expected conveniences of our everyday lives, we enjoyed the lack of them that we were so amazingly afforded by the good ship Windshadow. I think I'd go insane if given too big a dose of it, but in moderation I've known nothing quite like it. There's nothing quite like a small taste of the road to madness, complete with the dangers of the Sea! I have a whole new appreciation for the crazy bastards that cross the ocean, especially those back in what was most definitely the day (1700's etc.). Basketballs.
Wednesday, January 30, 2002
10:33 a.m.
by: adam douglas payne