The Best Way to Learn is by Teaching

As the Grandest of Grand Poobahs of The Lodge of the Dense and Mentally Questionable– once I learn even a rudimentary skill, the best way for me to make it stick in my sugarless-gummy-bear of a brain is to find some poor soul to whom I can teach that skill.

So, having had basic sailing skills beat into my brain by repetition, and several ego-bruising incidents, I got it in my thick head that I want to teach others to sail.

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Surplus of Time=Scarcity of Motivation

I’ve got nothing to do and all day to do it. [any Styx fans?]. The COVID pandemic and resulting lockdown have taken me– and I suspect most people– through a series of moods that are finally culminating in pure and simple boredom. This blog itself is an archeological record of initial boredom resulting in experimental cooking, premature planning for future events, and general musings by somebody entirely unqualified to share musings.

But the truth is that the unqualified musings were only a small part of what has actually been a relatively pleasant period without much airplane travel, a lot of family time, and some cool developments.

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Good Seamanship Begins at the Dock

Looking out at the bay and watching the sailboats often leads me to be jealous of the sailors on those boats. Then, because I am a cynical jackass, I find myself wondering if they really are sailors. That is, do they meet my imagined qualification of practicing good seamanship, or are they just an accident waiting to happen.

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Georgians into Californians -heck of a change.

So we MOVED!! We are now Californians. Teresa’s new job is off and running. (Alston-Raids-Reed-Smith-MoFo-for-New-San-Francisco-Office)

Teresa moved to San Fran in March, but visited Atlanta a lot.  We visited her a bunch too. In the short term we rented a house in Tiburon with great views.

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Boat lessons

The boat saga continues.  I convinced Sam that the cost of diesel would end up limiting our desire to use a motorboat.  Plus, we could probably get a cool sailboat and a dinghy with a powerful motor to satisfy his need for speed.  The girls also started to indulge us and participate in the discussions about sailing.  Teresa and I even started to wonder if this would be a fun past time while retired. Then those girls of mine inserted their bit of practicality – none of us know how to sail.

Well, that brought us to a momentary stand still.

But wait- there’s more.  We had no plans the week between Christmas and New Years.  We usually take some form of road trip around that time.   That jump started my mental process.

So, I planned a trip to take sailing lessons in late December.   We took a family trip (nanny included) to Marina Del Ray and took the most basic sailing lessons available under the American Sailing Association’s curriculum.    We had a fantastic trip, a great instructor, and a ton of fun sailing.   
Sam, Teresa and I took the written exam and all passed.  Ella refused to take an exam on a holiday trip, opting instead to go for a pedicure with Emma, the nanny.
So, now three of us knew the basics of sailing (very very basic) and all four of us had a great time.  Sailing is sounding even better.  Once again, sailing pops up as a possible answer to “what will we do when we retire.”

Origin story

Welcome to Wild Rumpus Sailing– some thoughts and a journal of sorts from a middle-aged, bald, overweight guy considering what the heck to do in retirement. (If you do not yet know who we are, check this out first –https://wildrumpussailing.blog/about/) It may seem early to consider retirement since I am not yet 50, but seeing the old law partners continue to work into their 70s was disturbing. Even more disturbing, they continued to come into the office even after they had no cases for the ostensible purpose of “mentoring” the younger lawyers. Since we refuse to work until we die, here we are – typos and all.

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