Aboard at the Motel 6

Too much stuff on the bunks and surprise, surprise: we left the heat of the desert and the Bay area is suffering a heat wave. This is doable, after the dessication of the dry heat - it is understandable how all those civilizations in the desert got lost. They dried up and blew away. I had to have my tv fix at a motel as cruising tv is not always doable. My husband and I have to learn to talk to each other again and eat meals like regular people. Do regular people sit at dining tables and not on the floor in front of the tv, Hawaiian style?
Our schedule is wafty - i.e. up in the air due to managing care concerns for parents, but tentatively, after the luxurious break of the Motel 6, we may be heading north for another break to see to my mother's 90th birthday. And then back to install the toys on the boat: new navigation system, new refrigerations sytem, pick up the new dinghy and engine, new generator, throw more money at West Marine, measure for the backup steering - an expensive Hydrovane.
And then throw more money at a boatyard. Fix some fairing lumps on the hull and generally make lists and feel as if we have come home to the water.
Cruisers, when they write of their experiences, talk of leaving friends and then gloss over that part by telling of the new ones they have met. The bittersweetness of leaving land held friends is helped by knowing that they might, want, and will possibly join us at different parts of our wandering. They had better.