More evidence that I’m adopted
My Dad’s Boat vs. My Beloved Boat
Has no name Proudly goes by INDIAN SUMMER
Is covered with mold Gets demolded at least 3x per year
Can’t use the cabin due to all the crap Cabin is an integral, useful, clean part of boat
Takes 2.25 hours to get ready to sail Takes 15 minutes to leave dock
Has 8,583,533 pieces of garbage line Yeah, no.
OK, I did the biyearly summer trip to RI to make my Dad put his boat in the water. I don’t get it. I though I got my love of boats from him, but we clearly have a different view of what makes a boat. The boat sits on a trailer unless my brother or I are there. How a boat that is used that rarely can acquire that much junk in it, I do not understand. Luckily, it only took about 20 minutes to throw out the worst of the rotted lines, put cushions in place and clear a pathway in the cabin. There was nothing I could do about the Narragansett Bay chart that was left in the bottom of a lazarette over the winter except frame it and sell it as an ancient pirate map of buried treasure.
Narragansett Bridge 
The good news is that after spending 2 days sailing with my parents, I’m pretty sure that I’m now a registered marriage counselor in the state of RI. Smiley face. More Prozac!
And this is my dream house - my mom’s friend lives there and its where we swim when I’m there.
little rhodie!