I never quite know how to wrap up the end of a year. Most of what I do not remember I do not want to remember, and some of what I do remember, I do not want to remember. For this year, the mark of an ending may be changing the name of this blog to Life Near the Water. More on that later. All in all, this was a good year, but it had more than its share of devastating changes locally.
No doubt the biggest change, a good one, for us personally was our move from the boat to a house on land (thus the change in name of the blog). We now live in a jolly green (two shades of green) Deltec that Cam named Jabba (the Hut). We made a mad dash (less than 48 hours from start to finish ) to the mountains and retrieved our stuff from storage where it had languished for almost five years. Most everything survived in good condition, and it is delightful to see things we, in some cases, had forgotten we kept.
We also hosted our Annual Christmas Open House for the first time in five years. It has always been a gathering of friends, and this year it was a gathering of our newer friends met since we moved onto the boat.
We still have Wild Haggis, and we hope that not living on her will make it easier to take her out -- fewer household things to secure before leaping through waves.
We had been off the boat only a couple of weeks when a friend left a cryptic voicemail asking me to call him (he lives in the mountains, but has a boat on our dock) so that he could "bring me up to date." I called and learned that LZ Sea Dogs, his boat with another friend, burned and sank. The cause remains unknown, but likely resulted from a short in the shore power connection. The salvors said they had never seen a burned boat that left less debris. Burned, all burned and melted and the keel sunken deep into the mud.
|Cutting a shroud|
|Melted boom at gooseneck|
|Tud and Bill in shock|
|All that is left of a forty foot sloop|
It was a shock, the more so because it could happen to any of us without notice or warning. But a boat is still a thing. It is the loss of memories that cuts more deeply. And yet, the bigger shocks, the most emotionally demanding, are the detours in life that touch, or collide with, us as people -- accident and terminal illness. Friends and family have had more of both this year than usual. It comes with age to some degree, but that makes it no easier to shoulder.
So it goes. The days pile into weeks and months until another year of four seasons has slipped away and an irretrievable piece of life with it. We move ahead. We change. The world changes around us. We cling to friends and loved ones and mourn the pain of those who suffer.
May your new year be the best ever.