storm petrel wrote:You guys need to get a life! if you are living a dreary day to day existence it's time to make a change. Heck, get a surfboard and go surfing, don't dream about it. If you think having a bunch of stuff will make you happy sometime in the future I suspect you will never catch 'the joy as it flys'. There is no guarantee you will even be here next year or the year after to enjoy your unused stuff. If you are not using your stuff give it to someone who will. I will try not to worry about you when I go surfing or for a sail tomorrow.
Jesus Mark, Lighten up mate! We weren't talking about ourselves, we were postulating on why some people have mooring minders. Or why they keep their old board, because they think that one day they'll get back into it. I have two surfboards and surf as often as possible. I sail, ride one or other of my motorcycles, sing and dance in musicals and act in Shakespeare plays. Greg sails weekly on Felicite and with his son as well. People have many reasons to NOT do something, and we shouldn't judge them on it. I have a friend won't ride his motorcycle because he doesn't want to risk leaving his young children without a Dad. I can see his point, but although I don't agree with it, I won't judge him on it, it's his decision. I have a friend who can't surf because of a shoulder injury, he doesnt know if he ever will again, but he just bought another board to give himself and incentive. There are no guarantees, but for some, it gives them hope. It also brings back memories of when they did sail, or surf or ride and that's something to treasure. Don't judge them for it, respect them for their decisions, just as you would expect us to respect your decisions and opinions.
Some of us can't just take off on a three month sailing trip, or a fortnight at Byron, because we have elderly parents who need help, daily, or children to take to school. Some of us don't even get two hours to ourselves to have a surf, or ride our bikes let alone a whole day or weekend to go sailing.
Bear, no funeral tomorrow, but Thursday. It's for my uncle Phil. Veteran of some Hobart races, And ex member of MHYC. He went too soon, but it will be great celebration of a guy who influenced so many people. There will be an ashes scattering from the bow of Dulcamara in the not too distant future. Don't worry, no sadness here, just happy that he was gracious enough to let me hang around with him a bit.