Well, I like to believe that my life has both structure and purpose. That everyday I make decisions according to My Grand Plan or to fit my particular worldview. But now that I'm nearly 60 years of age, I know that living s life according to s plan is Bullshit, it's almost totally random, though I do credit Jung's idea of synchronicity.
Well, my life features a series of fortunate and unfortunate events. If you work hard you can lessen the incidence of oppositional stuff happening, but one can never be certain.
So, enough context, let's get into the here and now a bit more. Over many years I have had an abiding admiration for James Wharram designed catamarans. Even when sailing or building various other boats, I would go out of my way to admire the sweeping lines of a small Hinemoa on a nearby lake. I fantasized about leaving a note on a cliplock bag offering to buy that boat. While cruising the east coast on a monohull that I fitted out over a period of two years, I dreamed of cruising a Wharram.
It has not been an idle fascination though, I have purchased several Wharram plans and built and sailed a Melanesia outrigger canoe. I am certain there is genius in these boats. Decades ago I listened intently as James Wharram spoke at the Manly Sailing Club, a quiet, this lanky fellow spoke languidly and vaguely about his boats. At Tasmamia's wooden boat festival on 2000 (?), a white Tangaroa (?) glistened at the dock, it's elderly owner was looking for crew to return to the island's north coast. For whatever reason, that opportunity was passed up. Many years and a marriage passed before the opportunity to sail on a Wharram represented. A Tiki 21, with bad paint and worn sails, she looked very underwhelming. But under sail she soared like a bird.
Unfortunately, a clash of personality or matters financial, prevented me from buying that boat. Missing out on her hurt a lot. Over the subsequent year, pangs of regret stabbed my ribs with acute pain, as I wondered of I would ever attain my dream of owning a Wharram cataramaran. In fact, I mused over am internal blockage that was holding back. Perhaps I thpught myself unworthy?
But just this evening all he'll broke lose as so learned that same Tiki 21 was for sail again. I locked in an appontment to see her set for early tomorrow.
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