Lady’s Island Marina, Factory Creek, Beaufort, South Carolina
 
BBBbbbrrrrrrrrrr.  It’s cold just now.  The cold front has eased in and dropped the temperature 20 degrees.  There are also degrees of coldness for us.  If we are snuggled up in a nicely warmed house drinking hot toddy and visiting with friends, the cold is only an adjunct to the season.  If one is swinging on the hook, it means drafty, unfettered cold with no heat unless absolutely necessary.  Plumped down in a marina like we are now is good sleeping at night, as long as Lynn doesn’t steal the covers, and cool breezy days of long pants and sleeved shirts.  We turn the heat on in the evening and in the morning to take the chill off.
 
We took some chill off this morning as my toes on the cold floor and my bare butt on the toilet suggested the necessity.  Maybe it is time to move on again. 
 
Guess we are going to miss a Florida Thanksgiving and Christmas this year as we seem to be dragging ass.  We very badly want to keep moving but can’t seem to pull out of the mud long enough to make much progress.  No doubt to many of the acquaintances and friends we have blown off since leaving Virginia this is curious behavior.
 
 Don’t have your feelings hurt.  It is curious behavior, it is our behavior, we still love you all and want to visit, but this is our cruise of a lifetime and since it is primarily our lifetime we intend to let our steerage be governed by what ever mental Ouji Board is being used at the moment and not politically correct, conventional social thought process. That means, truly, that we may go or stay where the wind blows, (as long as it is considerably warmer), where the tide moves us or where we run out of fuel.  Sometimes we have plans months in advance that we embrace, or not, at the last minute and other times we make a turn into a creek or town even as we are trying to pass through it.
 
You see, that is what cruising is, don’t you know.  Simply having and making choices for a reason as simple as having an itch on the right side of your face.
Life as we used to know it purloins pleasure and simple decisions and hides certain gratifications away urgently suggesting one must suffer to win and enjoy life.  Yeah, people still believe that.  Heck, you still believe that, don’t you? 
 
Work hard, make money, so the world can see and measure us in its’ terms, not on ours.  Our society demands that you measure yourself the way it dictates and after 20 years of growing up, of having it pounded into our head we are believers, we know nothing else except the unrealistic dreams that we may have stowed away in the back of our brain.  We willingly follow the path we have been taught, we take the path of least resistance and follow what we have been told is the yellow brick road.  Heck, I don’t even like yellow.
 
So, here we sit enjoying what ever it is we are doing Interspersed with a few minutes of maintenance from time to time.  There is a game we play occasionally while watching TV in the evening.  We see something we have done, a place we have visited, something we have learned since moving aboard and we shout out.  “We did that!”  Perhaps, “we were there!”  It happens often and it is good, a stout satisfying feeling.  We have many joys; we are living a charmed life just now and taking full advantage of our freedom. 
 
We hope your joys are many also as we skip joyfully through the pilothouse.
   
 
Capt'n Lynnie and Skinwalker