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Friday, June 24, 2011
Wish us luck. This is the sailboat regatta weekend. My husband used to win these races before he married me. He loves having me in his boat, and I hope he always will, but I'm not a sailor. I don't think my heart is in the sport. They've invented motors and biminis- why can't we just use boats with those items? Of course harnessing the invisible force (the wind) has never been intuitive to me; my husband will yell out, "here comes a big puff of wind" and I'll wonder why the hell he knows that. Magic? He'll also tell me to steer into the wind, and I'll have no clue how to implement that request. I can't see the wind- can he? I do love that my husband understands it all, and I'll do my best to follow his orders tomorrow. Wish me luck!