When we passed Watch Hill, the sun was getting low, but it was still light out and visibility was high. We could see Fishers Island about 2 miles off in the distance, along with the buoys that would guide us into Fishers Island Sound. But by the time the sun was setting and we were less than a half mile off the shore of Fishers, we suddenly couldn’t see much of anything. A thick grey fog had circles around us like a great wool sweater. Peering into the seascape before us was just like trying to see through the small fuzzy spaces in cable knit yarn. Are you kidding me?…
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We Have a Sailboat
We have a sailboat. Often times when I tell people this, they look at me and say “Oh? Do you sail?” I respond: “I have sailed. Like… I’ve been on a sailboat while it’s sailing. But, no, I have no idea how to sail a boat. My husband is the sailor. But he’s going to teach the rest of us.” I’ve been saying this for four and a half years. Over the past four and a half years, I have slept on the boat, eaten on the boat, argued with and amused my kids on the boat. I have worked on the boat—in the sense that I have done manual…
