10 Weeks Out

Somebody recently pointed out that we've only got 10 weeks until we start our adventure.   Wait.  What??   It seemed so much farther away until it was put in those terms: 10 weeks.  That's not long.  Not long at all.

I'm surprisingly zen about the fast approaching departure.  I'm not feeling particularly stressed about all the little details that need to be taken care of.   Actually my biggest worry at the moment is that I'm not worried enough about this.  What am I missing?  What am I forgetting?  Probably plenty.  I'm just not sure what at this point.  Guess I'll figure it out as the next few months unfold.

The boys are talking about it more and more.  It's on their minds, too.  I'm getting questions from them often about how things will be.  Questions like:

•    "How long will our longest passage be?" (4-5 days, probably)   
•    "Will it ever be really rough?" (Yes, but we will try to keep that to a minimum by watching the     wind and weather carefully.)  
•     "We are going to be reading a LOT, right?"  (Indeed.)

Brady brought home a school assignment the other day (I think it was some sort of idea generator for a writing assignment)  that shows very graphically how much our adventure is on his mind.  It made me smile.  He gets it.

MY MOM AND DAD SHARING THEIR ADVENTURES
WITH ME AND MY BROTHER:

Buying a boat.  Sailing it in the San Fran Bay.   Going cruising.
Taking me and my brother to the boat.  Sharing the same adventure they had.