Catastrophe on Land, Catastrophe at Sea...

So, staying true to my disjointed, dislocated, disorganized, helter skelter life, I find myself once again in a quandary it's only 8 days till the moving company arrives to pack up what's left of my belongings and ship them to somewhere in Atlanta.  I still don't have a definite place to go, we think we may have found a house, but nothing is certain, until its signed sealed and delivered, ink on paper, anything can happen.  If I thought my previous moves were stressful they were just the starting blocks, because this one really "takes the biscuit".
But even with all the stress and headaches I would still rather be here dealing with all this than out on the high seas on Daisy.

Talking to Bob on the satellite phone last night he told me how at 2am that morning when he got up to take his watch, he lifted the floorboards to do the usual routine checks, and found the bilge totally flooded, sea water was pouring in, the underfloor and engine room were also flooded …  I can only imagine the horror while both Ted and Bob frantically scramble to locate the source of the flooding.  Without using technical terms, (as you all know I'm not particularly good at that,) they discovered that one of the hoses in the engine room that circulates sea water to cool the engine (I think that's right) had burst, and so the sea water was just pouring into the boat.

Thankfully, both Bob and Ted are very experienced sailors, and well equipped to handle the majority of catastrophe's at sea.  Fortunately for them I wasn't there, had I been aboard when this particular mishap had occurred,  I honestly think the fear of being on a possibly sinking boat out in the middle of the ocean, miles from land would have totally finished me off.  No amount of stress on land can compare to the indescribable gut wrenching fear experienced by "yours truly" when things go wrong at sea.
Bob and Ted managed to fix the hose,  stop the flood of water and pump all the water from the bilge and engine room back out into the ocean, and then make it safely to St.Maarten 17 hours later, still afloat.

The previous crossing from Panama to Aruba sounded like scene's from the move "the Perfect Storm," little did my brother know when he watched the movie shortly before joining Bob and Ted aboard for the crossing that he would be living it.

Listening to the catalogue of disasters that have occurred aboard Daisy since she left Panama, such as, 12 hours of non stop 40+ knot winds, torn sails, shredded Bimini, and dodger, water flooding the cockpit, days, and days of being soaking wet, and seasick, it all only reinforces my belief that I made the right decision when I decided I had, had more than enough of life at sea.

Bob always wants to run away to sea, none of these nightmarish problems faze him, whereas I can't run fast enough or far enough away from it...