Captain’s Log: Stardate 10421.9
Last night, Commander Jory, Lt. Patty and I formed an away team to attend a party hosted by USS Eagle and USS Exuberance at Captain Bivona’s home at the far end of the alpha quadrant. The distance was not so much an issue, but trying to follow Ernie’s novel-like driving directions was harder than Michael Jackson at a day care center.

Thank the maker for MapQuest. 16 steps. And the first 12 were just getting out of my neighborhood.

Aside from members of the Eagle and Exuberance crew, there were representatives from several vessels, including the USS Excalibur, USS Chinook, USS Exhilaration, and the apparently soon-to-be-decommissioned USS Indecent Proposal. It was great catching up with everyone after such an abysmal winter season.

Ernie and his wife put out quite an overwhelming spread of food and, as usual, were model hosts. It was hard to decide which was more impressive, the Bivona’s home or their hospitality.

The evening wound down around 10:30 or so and Jory did his captain proud by going home with two (yes, two) women.

Best of all, it was another sign that Spring has sprung and that sailing season is not far off.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 10421.4
Recent developments require some drastic changes. The Enterprise is moving down to Key West, Florida.

OK. It’s not. But after this past winter and especially this past week, don’t think I haven’t considered this on more than one occasion. Hey, Mother Nature! Enough already, you bitch! I’m tired of my driveway looking like Tony Montana’s desk – so much so, that I want to go up to Mike Woods, Fox 5’s Weather Authority, and say, “Say hello to my little friend.”

Maybe I’ve been watching my Scarface 25th Anniversary DVD too much.

But there is hope. Real hope. The Sailing World Dr. Crash Calendar on my wall says Spring starts tomorrow. Still, with three inches outside, it’s hard to believe. I need more.

And more I got. In the mail, I received the Enterprise’s 2004 PHRF certificate. It’s a sign! Sailing season is approaching!

And then more! I was told by telephone yesterday that there’s a big box waiting for me. “From who?” I asked. “North Sails.” Yes! The new chute has arrived, complete with a way-cool turtle bag that could send my converted Staples trash can the way of the dinosaur. It’s got clips, Velcro closures, tie downs – and I can’t wait for Commander Dave, Commander Jory and I to work out the logistics of using it (which will probably mean setting the bag up on port tack and then the pole on starboard.) Lieutenant’s Mitch and Patty: Don’t tear this one, or we might tear you a new one.

Meanwhile, repair work on the Enterprise (from The Wrath of Forza) is continuing when the weather permits. Additionally, the Star Fleet repair crew will be prepping the bottom for us so when we do our spring work party, we’ll just need to apply paint (Micron CSC again.) There’s no doubt in my mind that we’ll be ready on our expected launch date.

So in the end, before we start looking at southern real estate or researching which type of gun is best for taking out a ground hog, let’s keep in mind that Spring is coming, the snow will melt, the Enterprise will be launched, and we will once again be boldly sailing the final frontier.