Another first has happened at BIF. Nothing, I mean absolutely nothing was worked on during the month of April. Not a single screw, not a single board, not a single movement forward.

Why, you ask? Not time. Not work (the paying kind). Not physical sickness. None of those were the reasons why progress came to a halt. It was simply life. And drama. Self induced drama at the end of March. Nothing happened. Everyone was safe. Yada, yada, yada. Mentally, however…. I was consumed with the what ifs. Not productive and in fact determinantal but I couldn’t shake free.

Everyone tried to break my cycle. For those who knew, anyways. Not my parents, not the Planners. No way, not now. Maybe some day when I am stable. As I watch the boys sail away the very first Tuesday in April like every other Tuesday from April-October, I am reaffirmed in my decision. My sailing days are over.

Mine may be over, the Kid sailing days have just begun. Again. Since last year when out of the blue when the Kid asked to sail in July he has been unstoppable. As I knew he would. Needing his own boat, we purchased all of his friends boat since she no longer sails. Both of hers are newer than ours and in better condition. We are flush full of boats. Four sailable Sunfish, two Harvey broken Sunfish, and one broken O’Day. Lord help us if a storm comes as I don’t know which boats will be hauled out with us when we leave.