Saturday, May 15, 2010

If We're STOPPED, We'll Just START Again


The time is near, have no fear, Manana soon will be here, resting along side her pier. We feel no guilt, in having her rebuilt, decked out to the hilt, our piggy bank on tilt, and our support resting on silt. It just had to be done, so we could do the big run, to just about everywhere under the sun, the goal of rebirth has been won.

We lost two boating seasons, but when you know the reasons, and seen the work of legions, throughout our U.P. regions, we can't ever become heathens. The end is truly in sight, somehow we have won the fight, all the work was done right, now the ship and her crew are tight.
The lyrics of a song called "Manana" performed by the Desaparecidos goes like this . . .

What you learned, what you read in their books All they offered what you saw when they told you to look, a final offer. Well today we are giving birth to a new future Yes today we are giving birth to our own future. We will learn, we will love, we will work, to change each other. We will spread, we will cover the earth, like air and water (Water! Water! . . . Change each other) Tomorrow's blank we'll just fill it in With our own answers. If we're stopped, we'll just start again. That's the new offer That's it, that is our final one.

For a long time, I thought Manana was just a spanish word for tomorrow. It was the great folks at the Vinette Boatworks, in the port of Escanaba, that fully proved to me that was not the full meaning at all. Their interpretation of Manana was much deeper than that, it was . . . at an unspecified future time. Through this process of learning to wait, I have also learned that an indefinite time in the future, is a much better way to think about sailing away and I do not really have to be back tomorrow. Who ever named this boat was one smart person and I really don't think he was spanish, since he lived in Little Current, Ontario, Canada. He did find the perfect name, if he planned on cruising around until he decided to come home. I hope to be able to live up to the name, as I now understand it to be, this is not a Day Sailor anymore. I'm now working on learning more foreign words like . . . Adios and Sayonara.

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I am the Captain of what you might ask. Am I a has been or do I serve a task? Oh, I sail now and then, drank rum from the cask. I'm now beached on the hard, dreaming of visits to ports, from the sea I'm barred and off even keel of sorts. My helm locked and marred as my body grows warts. When next comes Spring, heaven will rain my mana and sea song I will sing, while keeping beat with a banana. The ships bell will again ring at launch time for the Manana. Cast the lines - raise the sails, chart a course for any place. Rig the ship for mighty gales, take all storms right in my face. Fear not what make good sea tales, Captain again - gleams on my face.