Beloved --
Bringing a circa 1965 sloop back from neglect is a worthy effort. But then, what effort isn't "worthy?"
Today I got started on the port lights. They have been finished and refinished many times in the last thirty years; but now seems like the time to take them down to the original bronze and replace the crazed plexiglass. What the heck?!? We all could use a cleared view of the world and managed "eyebrows" for accents.
Wabi sabi is Japanese for "used lovingly and long over many years" (sort of like me!). The "Game Fish" can and will bounce back--once again to enjoy beam reaches and sandy beaches.
Regarding the "skata tees eonees." In the late '60s and early '70s, Peter Throckmorton and his infamous camp followers (of which I was one) maintained a VW van in Greece. The old van did yeoman's duty ferrying stuff back and forth to s/v "Stormie Seas" in support of our various expeditions on behalf of patrons like "National Geographic." The van ran visa renewal trips to Yugoslavia as required (for those among us without Greek "green cards").
We had a mechanic in Pireaus who somehow kept the old van alive. One time, Joan (Peter's wife) asked Giorgo how the van kept going and especially what held it together. He responded in Greek (roughly transliterated) that it was "ta skata tees eonees." Let me translate that for you--"the shit of the ages."
My balancing act with the "Game Fish" is to focus on the 'wabi sabi' and thank the 'skata tees eonees' for giving me another chance.
I love you and miss you all,
Jim
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