A week ago yesterday, I wrote the origin story of an engagingly mad endeavor my wife Pam and I have undertaken. Having left behind all reason as we know it, we have spent the past five years pursuing a lifestyle known as liveaboard cruising and a sailboat on which to live it.
And in that origin story, I alluded to the few signatures, the two documents, and the boatload of cash that had to be pushed around in order to land us last Tuesday on the deck of our new home on the water.
It’s been a busy week since I posted that origin story. And during it, we’ve learned again (had we forgotten before) that pursuing “Admin” can be an endeavor all its own, albeit one whose madness is not nearly so engaging.
So the bad news is that last Tuesday came and went, and we are still one document swap away from closing.
The good news is that the sellers didn’t care.
It seems that during the protracted march we took through the many lenghthy steps leading to this point, our negotiating partners had come to trust us. At least, they trusted us enough to have allowed us to move last Tuesday after all.
So we are now in de facto possession of what, after a final handoff to occur at 2:00 PM DST today with all the ceremony befitting a Wawa convenience store parking lot outside Mechanicsville, Virginia, will officially become our first sailboat. And our fifth home.
Ladies and gentlemen, at the risk of being eight hours premature, I give you Meander.
Photo: Mike Webster.