The thought of sailing days on end makes me queasy–which is why it’s my dad’s dream, and not mine.
Yes, he dreams of laid back adventures, cutting his way through waters of deep. One of these days . . .
In the meantime, he’s working like a madman.
Perhaps I should get him these lovely utensils for father’s day . . .
That way, should he find time to sit down to a proper meal, he can remember what he’s working towards . . . and those who love him, from the shore!