Sailboating

My bucket list is growing. It is impressive in length, creativity, diversity and fantasy.  At last objective look at it, I figured I would have to live to be eighty-six and stay in good health to accomplish everything. I've added a few things since then.

I must now live to be ninety-two and stay active. Blimey, that's a long time.

I've never been on a sailboat. I know nothing about them, except to keep my head down or I'll get cold-cocked from the boom.

 I sit at  the bay and watch them floating by in great majesty. There is one that looks like a schooner, sails rippling in the breeze, gliding as if it recognizes its own beauty. I lust for a ride on that boat.

No one I know has a sailboat, or I would take a deep breath and invite myself on board. I can't very well go up to a total stranger at the marina and request an hour's trip on Lake Erie, can I? Sigh....

Nobody has a hot air balloon, either. Or a Piper Cub. Or a pontoon boat (although I've been on those and I love them!)  I need richer and more adventurous friends. I've chosen my friends because of   their goodness and because I enjoy them. I wish I had cultivated a couple who were sailors!

For now, just for today, I will be content to watch the regatta and to add a petition to my prayer for a healthy life.

Who knows? Maybe this September, I'll be sailing!