Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I had totally lost my joy of teaching, my joy of reading, my joy of gardening. I felt like a dud. I did what I was supposed to do at work; actually I did more one on one remediation than I had ever before. I didn’t feel like I could concentrate long enough to read, sort of couldn’t allow myself to escape the reality of me. I was interested in the gardening at the new home but it was a bit overwhelming to think about getting started.
I remembered awhile back that Steve told me that they offered a sailing camp for kids down in Alexandria on the Potomac River. While reading the paper one day, I saw an advertisement for the sailing camp. It was at Belle Haven Marina. This is what I wanted to do. I spoke to Jack and he was excited about the prospect of sailing camp.
The plan was that Jack would be in camp 10:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. and I would take sailing lessons 10:00 to noon. Michael Sean would go to the Miss Doreen’s and get to play with his pals.
The first day of sailing I drove down to the marina. It is next to a public park and has a boat launch. There are boat slips, dry dock areas and a small shack that houses the rentals of canoes, kayaks, sailboats and serves as a sailing school.
From the Photo Gallery of the Belle Haven Marina, Mariner Sailing School:
I heard the clanging of the halyards as soon as I got out of the van. The sound took me back to my dating days when I was seeing Gary. I accompanied him in his search for a sailboat, took dry sailing lessons (offered by the local Coast Guard), went on the maiden voyage of “Overtime” and spent two years sailing the Chesapeake Bay. I never actually took sailing lessons from an instructor. I had the head knowledge from the course and occasionally took over the tiller.
In my new single state, I wanted to do the things I would never have gotten the chance to do had I still been married. This was something I had longed to do for a long time. There was no room in our life for something like this; I was so excited to get started. This would be “my time.”