"Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof."
Mixed precipitation in coastal New England means that the rain changes from rain to freezing rain to snow and back again. Oh, Joy!
I have a protocol for handling people with outrageous projects and complex designs. It's all cash upfront, paid design time at a high rate, and all change orders in writing. It wasn't that I was out to fleece my customers; it was to render moot speculative projects that would never go anywhere.
I have to be careful this time of year. It is neither prudent nor provident to allow myself to become fixated on one thing. Winter has a lot to do with this. January is my usual month to sit in the office, cogitate, plan, imagine, and create new fancies from whole cloth.
My friend John O'Toole ( formerly of the US Navy - Petty Officer First Class) used to say, " having an extensive vocabulary means never searching hard for something that will confuse an officer."
Perhaps the only advantage of standing a morning watch was the sunrise over the horizon. Possibly saltier sailors than I could contradict me, but there seemed both an infinite sameness and a similar degree of variability.
It's been called prejudice, but it's loathing, and nothing is unreasoning or illogical about it. I came by the loathing step by step, day by day, and experience by experience.
The Cap'n admitted that I could tell a national naval ensign from a yacht club burgee, knew port from starboard and fore from aft. He was less sure about other things being that my father was an engineer - snipe.
The doorway of past life is a complex tide
Under the weather was how I felt whenever the Cap'n decided he wanted to sail on a cold breezy day with a lot of spume and whitecaps. He felt flush with the excitement of the ketch heeling over with all sail set. I merely repressed my feelings of dread that he'd sail us under a convenient swell. But of course, he never did.