Mommy, mommy, it hurts.
I know, I know, nobody really cares. Hell, nobody really reads any of this nonsense anyway.
The auction ended yesterday exactly when Ebay said it would and we sold Black Magic for roughly half of what we were asking which means Carol’s new car will be a little older. I can handle that.
What I’m having trouble handling is that what should have been a simple conversion of boat to cash to car has morphed, for me anyway, into the death of a dream.
They say that the happiest two days of a sailor’s life is the day he buys his boat and the day he sells it.
What they don’t tell you is that when you sell her, you also sell a chunk of yourself.
