The phrase is supposed to be “Sunday in the Park with George.” It’s not Sunday. It’s not the park but rather Boca Lake. However, there has to be a George on one of the boats out here. And Karin & Sandy & Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice. Maybe upwards of a hundred boats. We have little girl outings, birthday parties and good heavens the Goodyear blimp. Gorgeous weather. Swim call for one and all.
What it is not is the Bahamas. By now we should have checked in somewhere over there. But here we sit thanks to a corroded collar on our starboard engine exhaust manifold. Serious business requiring a replacement manifold which, so far, hasn’t appeared in the supply chain anywhere. So we sit in Boca Lake (which is sorta a lake) for at least a bit while we gather our thoughts and figure out alternatives.
It’s all part of the great adventure called life. That’s what we say when the crisis of the moment has passed and we are left picking up the pieces and figuring out what to do next. Haven’t given up on the Bahamas.
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