In June we had the great opportunity to spend a week in the British and U.S. Virgin Islands. Five of those days were on a boat. Not just any boat. A super luxurious, super cool catamaran! We spent a week on a Privilege Catamaran.Continue reading “A Week Of Privilege (literally and figuratively)”
So, per usual, I am 6 months behind. My apologies, it takes that long to make the gifs from scratch. (Total BS)Continue reading “Miami Boat Show 2019!”
Settling into life in California means everything is different, but also more of the same. SNAFU (for you non-military types, google it).
5 am. Wife and kids are asleep. Dogs are asleep. East-coast guests are asleep, though there is a significant danger that they will soon be awake since it is 830 on their internal clocks.
I woke, as I often do, to dog poop in the kitchen. Argh!! Our little French Bulldog is an untrainable mess at this new house.Continue reading “Moving Angst, Reminising, And A Boat Show In France”
We live in the San Francisco Bay area, we explore San Francisco and the Bay Area (Sausalito, Tiburon, Mill Valley, etc) together, we eat together and go about our daily lives much as we did in Atlanta.Continue reading “Wherever You Go There You Are”
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.Continue reading “Georgians into Californians -heck of a change.”
As it turns out, a Sprinter van fits Teresa, Sam, Ella, Emma (our au pair from South Africa), a bunch of luggage, dog crates, and me. It was a bit of a clown car, and the route was dictated by our need to stop in Dallas, Texas. Aside from the long days of driving, the ever-present smell of fart (heartily denied by all), and a lot of crappy food, the trip was fantastic.Continue reading “Road Trip!”
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.
Moving to an entirely new part of the country is complicated. Not only do you need to find a house, but that house needs to be in a neighborhood, and that neighborhood will have schools, etc. So, moving to San Francisco involved a lot more thant just looking at boats as it did in my imagination.. Hmm. We started looking for places to live in SF. We spent a few very long days walking around in town SF.Continue reading “Picked Our New Neighborhood And Visited a Boat Show”
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.Continue reading “Origin story”