July 8, 2010 What to do about the blog??

Hello to all our friends, family and recent kinky oriental commentors.

I have been in a real quandary this past month over what to do with the blog. The recent spate of afore-mentioned comments has confirmed my thoughts that I will stop posting. While the life adventures certainly continue for the captain and me, this blog was about THE TRIP.

Secondly, while I enjoy sharing adventures with friends and family, I no longer need to share with the world. I do not need the world reading about where we live, what house we bought, where we work, when we travel, what we drive, etc, etc. ad infinitum. Internet security (or lack of) and data-mining programs scare me silly. My deep-seated need for personal privacy wins. I just can't do it. William Wordsworth said it best: the world is too much with us. That sonnet is as applicable to modern life today as it was when written 200 years ago.
For the record, I feel the same way about all those social networking websites. Buyer Beware!

So, briefly, we are about settled in the Kemah area. I am working full-time and Craig returns in a week or so. The marina is beautiful and we look forward to closing on the house at the end of the month. We are fortunate to have both families close in Dallas and lots of friends here already; many are boat owners who have been cruising or are going cruising. Although it will be a goodly while before we take off again, we are scheming the where/when/how/new boat (yikes!!) for our next journey. It's all part of the plan.

Thank you very much for reading, following our travels and commenting to let us know you were there. I'll sign off with a favorite Don Blanding poem. There are several...this is the best.

The Double Life
How very simple life would be
If only there were two of me
A Restless Me to drift and roam
A Quiet Me to stay at home.
A Searching One to find his fill
Of varied skies and newfound thrill
While sane and homely things are done
By the domestic Other One.

And that's just where the trouble lies;
There is a Restless Me that cries
For chancy risks and changing scene,
For arctic blue and tropic green,
For deserts with their mystic spell,
For lusty fun and raising Hell,

But shackled to that Restless Me
My Other Self rebelliously
Resists the frantic urge to move.
It seeks the old familiar groove
That habits make. It finds content
With hearth and home -- dear prisonment,
With candlelight and well-loved books
And treasured loot in dusty nooks,

With puttering and garden things
And dreaming while a cricket sings
And all the while the Restless One
Insists on more exciting fun,
It wants to go with every tide,
No matter where...just for the ride.
Like yowling cats the two selves brawl
Until I have no peace at all.

One eye turns to the forward track,
The other eye looks sadly back.
I'm getting wall-eyed from the strain,
(It's tough to have an idle brain)
But One says "Stay" and One says "Go"
And One says "Yes," and One says "No,"
And One Self wants a home and wife
And One Self craves the drifter's life.

The Restless Fellow always wins
I wish my folks had made me twins.

Take Care.
Angela and Craig