Woke up: La Cruz, Mexico
Went to sleep: La Cruz, Mexico
I’m a Joiner
I take after my mom. My mom has always had her fingers in many things. She served on the board of Welcome Wagon soon after she arrived in Boise, Idaho. She was secretary, then president, then treasurer of her Home Owner’s Association. She worked her way up as a volunteer at the local voting precinct until she was in charge of all the other volunteers. At 88 she still plays bridge with a number of different groups.
I don’t know where she got it but I seem to have inherited it. When we lived in Bend I was part of the Barnes and Noble book club, I was secretary of my Home Owner’s Association, and I was on the Downtown Beautification Committee. That’s when Peter coined the term “joiner”.
When we lived in Portland I became active in the Oregon Women’s Sailing Association (OWSA). While a member, I did everything from prepare meals for the General Meeting, co-ordinate the class Cool Maneuvers, teach navigation, and had the honor of serving as Vice Commodore, Commodore, and Rear Commodore over the course of three years. Finally, before we left Portland I WAS the guest speaker at the General Meeting where I presented on Getting Ready (to go cruising).
I am interested in lots of different things and always want to be part of everything.
This morning I had a meeting with Philo of Philo’s Bar and Restaurant. Philo announced on the morning “net” he was looking for someone to manage the chart library.
In the back room of the bar/restaurant, Philo maintains a large collection of 300 +/- full size paper navigational charts covering most of the world. Cruisers like Peter and me are allowed to check out charts, have them copied and return them. I am now the “go to” gal for checking out charts. Philo met with me to explain the obligation and bought my breakfast.
I didn’t have much time, though. I walked back to the VIP lounge at the marina at 10:30 am just in time for Writers’ Group.
What a delightful group of women. Articulate. Supportive. I learn something every time I go.
Peter has been making me chauffer myself around in the dinghy lately. I’m trying to be a little more independent in preparation for his trip to Oregon in May. I managed to take myself to town and bring myself home without incident. I feel very powerful!