Long ago, in a faraway land I lived in this cottage, set snug in the sand. St. Simon’s island was “home” for a spell While I dug at Fort Frederica, excavating a well. An archaeological dig was my job at that time Searching remnants of homes built of oysters … Continue reading
My parents moved to South Florida about 15 years ago. Along with seventeen million other retirees from any place north of middle Georgia. Snowbirds. I used to chuckle at all those blue-hairs ambling down I-75 every November, all hunched over, grasping the steering wheel between clenched fists, barely able to see over … Continue reading
Everyone knows, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that it is BAD LUCK to rename your boat, right?? UNLESS you adhere to a strict protocol that involves both de-naming and re-naming ceremonies, offerings to all of the Gods involved, and lots of champagne. Only after adhering to these rules can one hope to be … Continue reading
Onward to America’s Playground. The AC. Brick City. Boardwalk Empire. Wow! That all just sounded too good to pass up! What am I referring to? Why, Atlantic City, NJ, of course! Trivia tidbit: Did you know that the original version of the game Monopoly was based on Atlantic City? After we left the … Continue reading
Jeff and I just returned from our three-week “shakedown” cruise up the Chesapeake and Delaware Bays to the Atlantic Ocean and on to Long Island Sound. We needed to test how the boat, as well as ourselves (and the pups, of course), would perform after having made some minor tweaks … Continue reading
Well, Jeff and I put good intentions aside and now we’re back on board Kismet, ready to do some sailing. Finally. Back in Georgia, in a mad-dash effort to ready our lakehouse for the rental market, it became clear that we were unprepared to carry out the unrealistic expectations we imposed on ourselves. Just soaking in … Continue reading
Kismet: noun fate; destiny After lots of procrastination, denial and just plain avoidance, I have finally hopped the hurdle and changed my blog. We obviously are no longer 3 Pups In A Pop-Up, since the original pup, Kismet, crossed over the rainbow bridge this Spring. And….we have decided to sell the Pop-up. … Continue reading
Standing at the helm of Kismet, our sailboat, I crank up Jack Johnson on the stereo, while HK goes below to prepare hors d’oeuvres and sundowners to enjoy after we drop the anchor later this afternoon. Beside the boat, flying fish and dancing dolphins break the surface of the tranquil, … Continue reading
There are many “breeds” of sailors we come across during our travels, but in dog-owner terms, there are only two. Those who do, and those who don’t, cruise with their dogs. We fit into the former group, the group I call the “Doggy-Do’s”. (Actually, I just this second made … Continue reading
