Drifting Through Paradise

     When someone asks me “Whatcha’ thinking?” its hard to answer some times. Not because I don’t want too, but because at times its easier to say “nothing really”, than to try to explain my thought process at times.      Let me try to explain, but be warned, it may be confusing, and maybe a little frightening , but definitely entertaining. First, NO, the rum is not all gone, and NO, I was not stoned when thinking this. As I thought, I wrote them down as they progressed……..

        Coughing up a lung with farve beans and a nice Chianti; then to redacted; then parking meters; then hookers (obviously); the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders; then to Tampa Bay Buccaneer Cheerleaders; then hookers vs. classy ladies; then to elephant riders; then a twist, to midget clowns riding elephants; what about drunk sailors riding elephants with midget clowns; sailing with elephant riders; obviously would lead you to think of Carolina BBQ; living aboard vs. dwelling on land; sailors with prosthetic legs………

     This series of random thoughts started the other day as I sailed down the bay, I was thinking back to when I first found Emmanuelle sitting on the hard, neglected, and forgotten for ages. Her companionway was left open for leaves and water to get in. When I started cleaning her I was just getting over a bad cold, and as a few of you know from phone calls, the coughing was unbearable. The harsh chemicals I was using just agitated the coughing fits. The thought of a comment the Almighty Web Master made about me then sounding like I was coughing up a lung at the time, made me smile as I thought of Hannibal Lector as I pictured him saying “Coughing up a lung with favre beans and a nice Chianti”.

      With my bastardization of “The Silence of the Lambs” I thought of the often misuse of words by people in the press, like using ‘redacted’ instead of ‘retracted’. I started to look at my chart to see which buoy marker I was looking for to the entrance to Fairlee Creek, and wondered What if they put up parking meters in anchorages?, from parking meters to hookers, just follow the obvious (to me anyway) parking meter - taxi meter - DeNiro as the taxi driver - Foster as the Hooker. From hookers to Dallas Cowgirls, and anytime I think of cheerleaders I think of the Swashbucklers from Tampa, so what if the cowgirls played against the Ladies from Tampa Bay? Thinking of ladies, I thought of elephant riders, then to my biggest fear, Midget Clowns, then thought of drunk sailors riding elephants with midget clowns, then sailing with elephant riders, and since The Elephant Rider is from Charlotte, I obviously thought about Carolina BBQ, which lead me to think of Living Aboard vs. Land Dwelling, which took me to the myths and urban legends of sailors such as sailors with prosthetic legs, which actually is no longer a myth since I recently met a sailor with a prosthetic.

      So next time you ask “Whatcha Thinking?” and someone says “nothing’ really” just smile.

     Its Sunday just after lunch, I just finished some red beans and rice, there is still coffee left. The weather is still looking bad for Monday, but its nice today, so I am heading up on deck to lay in sun and maybe take a nap……

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