Mar 032015

Yes,I’m still here and yes, I still own a sailboat.  Why?  Because people are no damn good when it comes to buying and selling stuff.  I thought for sure I had the boat sold over the weekend.  The person came by to look at it.  We even know each other.  Seemed pretty interested, but had to go home and talk to someone else about it.  Gave my terms and requested an answer quickly, as by the next day.  Next day comes.  Silence.  I text.  No answer.  I call.  No answer.  Nothing.  I don’t care one way or the other if said person wants to buy the boat or not, well I do care.  But I do at least expect the decency of an answer.  Yes?  No?  Still thinking about it.  I’m already losing money.  I had to shell out rent for the week which didn’t make me too happy.

It’s called manners.  Politeness.  Having the simple decency to return a phone call.  But I guess I don’t rate that.  The one upside is I do have a possible other person interested and hopefully, they show up today as planned.  I have until Friday to make this happen.  If not, I have to leave the marina and then the adventures begin.  It has been a horrendous month with the loss of KC, the bad weather, and the problems with trying to get rid of the boat.  I’m sick of the whole situation and I just want to get it resolved.  I have no patience for bullshit and that seems to be all I am getting lately.  Eventually I will sell this boat.  And when I do, it will be damn long time before I buy anything I can’t carry on my back.

IMG_2166In case you are wondering, I have given Charley up to a new home.  I hated to do it but it’s in the best interests of the cat.  She deserves better than what I have been able to give her and when the boat is sold I am not going to be in a position to properly take care of her.  It was rough to see her go but I know she will be ok.  She learned to adapt quickly everytime we moved.  But I will miss her all the same.

So for the first time in 35 years, I have no cat in the house.  It’s really hard to adjust to the idea they are both gone now. I keep expecting to find a furry body at the foot of the bed at night.  I caught myself reaching down to pet a furry head that wasn’t there.  I sometimes spot something grey out of the corner of my eye, but it’s only a piece of clothing or something.  KC and Charley are gone and I have to move on.

I won’t say never, but it will pretty unlikely that I will ever have another pet again.  For all the joy and companionship they provide, it’s just too damn painful when you lose them.  Everyone tells me that KC at least died in my arms where she was happy and content, but it hurt too much.  I’m not sure I want to face something like that again.

So, I’m waiting now to dump this boat, and move on to the next adventures.  I’ll be alone, which is ok.  I have some ideas about what I want to do and where I want to go.  Key West is still home port, but there are other places to go and things to do.  Once I am rid of the boat I will be as free as I have ever been in my life.  It’s going to be an exciting time and you can bet I’ll be talking about it here.

Capt. Fritter


  3 Responses to “Really Sick Of This…”

  1. Wow – big changes for you Capt. I’m so glad you were able to find Charley a good home…I know how difficult that is.

    I hope things work out with this next person buying your boat. Looking forward to reading about your new adventures – I see another ebook in your future! Good luck, my friend

  2. Change is difficult yet very exciting. Good luck!

  3. It hurts when downsizing means your pets, too, but reality is what it is. I look forward to reading your next chapter.