Picking up the pieces

After such a long break, it's tough to tell how or even if to fill in the gap. I suppose I must, to some degree, or like a foundation with voids, the story may collapse on itself for lack of support. 

In a nutshell: I separated, moved out, my employer declared bankruptcy, I divorced, changed bases from DFW to MIA, and moved onto a sailboat. 

There. That's about it, except for the private stuff which will remain, ah, private. 

In the cardiologist's office is a chart of life event stresses, and I think I checked off all but one. Then I went to the pharmacy and got my blood pressure medications. 

It's time to get back onto this 'adventure' line again, I think. 

I am now aboard the S/V SHAKABRAH, a 1978 Pacific Seacraft Mariah 31 full time. Well, when I'm not flying or visiting. Downsizing for me went from a 3500sqft home to a 200sqft room in a friends house, to a crash pad  apartment with 5 other pilots, to my own 150sqft living space on the boat. It's not as bad as it may sound - my deck and cockpit are my patio, and my yard is Biscayne Bay just off Miami Beach. When the weather is fine it is glorious, when the weather is lousy I stay below and read. 

Currently I am planning a voyage in the boat from Miami up to the Chesapeake Bay, mostly offshore (weather permitting ), to reposition away from the hurricane belt (although Mother Nature is wearing her slacks higher and higher these days...) and for my 35th USNA reunion in September. Surely that's a typo. 

35 years since college? Using the word 'retirement'? 

There'll be more as I go along, but I wanted to get back on the horse, so to speak, and put something out there.