Boat on concrete blocks.
A yard of dirt, dust and mosquitoes.
No-see-ums that relentlessly bite you.
Morale erosion.
Especially at sunset, when you just want to finish the job.
Plans and calendars collapsing in real time.
Money and momentum hemorrhaging.
The saildrive is destroyed.
Two weeks lead time.
If the stars align.
If customs stays out of it.
If the shipment leaves before Friday at 2 PM, when the only thing anybody wants is a beer.
Broken parts.
Broken images.
Indonesia.
Sailing.
Passages.
Anchorages.
Cruising permits replaced by invoices.
Suntan lotion replaced by grease and diesel.
Basking in the sun replaced by waiting.
A life of defining moments.
Lessons, they say.
How much entropy can I tolerate.
Right now I am being tested pretty hard.
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