Fruitcakes, Partners and Coming Out

Fruitcakes, Partners and Coming out.

No, it's not what you're thinking!

Fruitcakes.

My mom was on the phone this morning. Wants to know how many fruitcakes I want her to bake me for the voyage.

I have never raced across the Atlantic without taking one of her fruitcakes with. First time in 1982 on Checkers Hyper and again on Wings in '85. Any way, she was asking if we would like one. Obviously, Yes please. And please make one more for the trip to Simonstown. Then we will have something to eat at teatime at False Bay Yacht Club in the days leading up to the start.

Partners and Coming out.

My sailing partner (no, we are NOT a couple) is still lurking in the locker so to speak. Because he must still clear his departure from business with his business partners. Only then will he come out. He was hoping to be a free man by now, but those wheels are turning a bit slower than he (we?) had hoped.

Meanwhile, the jobs list is getting shorter.

Same with the time to go. It is now two months and a day or two before the start. And I have only six weeks left at the shop before I leave to sail down to the Cape.

It is scarey.