Not a lot to report. Have been working on the house to sell so I can get out of a land locked area. Progress is slow but steady on that. If any one is interested I have a blog for selling the house. I can't imagine why any one that sails would want to move to this area unless they are wanting to retire and swallow the anchor. It is cheaper to live here then in the surrounding metro areas. The property prices are a LOT cheaper here then in the metros. It is close enough to commute if you had to on an occasional basis. Prices in this neighbor hood are a LOT cheaper then any thing I have found online. If buying a house and having it paid for is a priority instead of spending the same amount of cash to just make a down payment, it might be something to consider .
Plans for the remainder of this month include: after I get the trim put on in the rooms we are finishing, I'm planing on getting busy finishing the rudder and starting on the keel. It will be good to be working on the boat again.
If you read this post, could you help a gal out and spread the word. You never know how a friend of a friend can urn into the right buyer and this house being put together, and help get me on the blue faster.
Out of consideration for the fact I have decent neighbors I'm hoping to find a nice quiet family to sell this house to but I'm not going to turn others away.
I have decided what I am going to do with hull number 1 on The Toy It is going to get cut down . Florida and Texas have no registration required for smaller lengths, Not sure but I'm thinking to cut it back to 13' 10" .
Sunday, April 17, 2011
It is about Priorities
I pulled this off of a yahoo group,
The American Tourist and Mexican Fisherman
An American businessman took a vacation to a small coastal Mexican village on
doctor's orders. Unable to sleep after an urgent phone call from the office the
first morning, he walked out to the pier to clear his head. A small boat with
just one fisherman had docked, and inside the boat were several large yellowfin
tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish.
"How long did it take you to catch them?" the American asked.
"Only a little while," the Mexican replied in surprisingly good English.
"Why don't you stay out longer and catch more fish?" the American then asked.
"I have enough to support my family and give a few to friends," the Mexican said
as he unloaded them into a basket.
"But… What do you do with the rest of your time?"
The mexican looked up and smiled. "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my
children, take a siesta with my wife, Julia, and stroll into the village each
evening, where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy
life, señor."
The American laughed and stood tall. "Sir, I'm a Harvard M.B.A. and can help
you. You should spend more time fishing, and with the proceeds, buy a bigger
boat. In no time, you could buy several boats with the increased hall.
Eventually, you would have a fleet of fishing boats."
He continued, "Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell
directly to the consumers, eventually opening your own cannery. You would
control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this
small coastal fishing village, of course, and move to Mexico City, then to Los
Angeles, and eventually to New York City, where you could run your expanding
enterprise with proper management."
The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, señor, how long will all this take?"
To which the American replied, "15-20 years. 25 tops."
"But what then, señor?"
The American laughed and said, "That's the best part. When the time is right,
you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become
very rich. You would make millions."
"Millions, señor? Then what?"
"Then you would retire and move to a small coastal fishing village, where you
would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your
wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and
play your guitar with your amigos…"
The American Tourist and Mexican Fisherman
An American businessman took a vacation to a small coastal Mexican village on
doctor's orders. Unable to sleep after an urgent phone call from the office the
first morning, he walked out to the pier to clear his head. A small boat with
just one fisherman had docked, and inside the boat were several large yellowfin
tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish.
"How long did it take you to catch them?" the American asked.
"Only a little while," the Mexican replied in surprisingly good English.
"Why don't you stay out longer and catch more fish?" the American then asked.
"I have enough to support my family and give a few to friends," the Mexican said
as he unloaded them into a basket.
"But… What do you do with the rest of your time?"
The mexican looked up and smiled. "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my
children, take a siesta with my wife, Julia, and stroll into the village each
evening, where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy
life, señor."
The American laughed and stood tall. "Sir, I'm a Harvard M.B.A. and can help
you. You should spend more time fishing, and with the proceeds, buy a bigger
boat. In no time, you could buy several boats with the increased hall.
Eventually, you would have a fleet of fishing boats."
He continued, "Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell
directly to the consumers, eventually opening your own cannery. You would
control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this
small coastal fishing village, of course, and move to Mexico City, then to Los
Angeles, and eventually to New York City, where you could run your expanding
enterprise with proper management."
The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, señor, how long will all this take?"
To which the American replied, "15-20 years. 25 tops."
"But what then, señor?"
The American laughed and said, "That's the best part. When the time is right,
you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become
very rich. You would make millions."
"Millions, señor? Then what?"
"Then you would retire and move to a small coastal fishing village, where you
would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your
wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and
play your guitar with your amigos…"
How to Do what needs to be done.
I found this posted on one of my groups. It is how we do what we need to do when it does not seem possible. That includes beating the odds we we can sail on a strict budget.
The Sioux have a story which gets told in verbal tradition. It goes that one
day the Creator gathered all of Creation together and said: ""I want to hide
something from the humans until they are ready for it. It is the realization
that they create their own reality."
The eagle said: "Give it to me, I will take it to the moon."
The Creator replied: "No. One day they will go there and find it."
The salmon said: "I will bury it on the bottom of the ocean."
"No; they will go there too."
The buffalo said: "I will bury it far out on the Great Plains."
"No; they will cut into the skin of the Earth and find it even there."
Grandmother Mole, who lives in the breast of Mother Earth, and who has no
physical eyes but sees with spiritual eyes, said: "Put it inside of them."
And at once the Creator agreed: "It is done."
Personal note. I noticed that this is The Creators original idea.
The Sioux have a story which gets told in verbal tradition. It goes that one
day the Creator gathered all of Creation together and said: ""I want to hide
something from the humans until they are ready for it. It is the realization
that they create their own reality."
The eagle said: "Give it to me, I will take it to the moon."
The Creator replied: "No. One day they will go there and find it."
The salmon said: "I will bury it on the bottom of the ocean."
"No; they will go there too."
The buffalo said: "I will bury it far out on the Great Plains."
"No; they will cut into the skin of the Earth and find it even there."
Grandmother Mole, who lives in the breast of Mother Earth, and who has no
physical eyes but sees with spiritual eyes, said: "Put it inside of them."
And at once the Creator agreed: "It is done."
Personal note. I noticed that this is The Creators original idea.
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