Freaking Out Man

 This post was written yesterday but was help back a day due to crew management concerns.  We apologize for the hold up but under the circumstances it was probably the best decision.

Oh what a 24 hours.  Yesterday Don and I went down to LA.  We went back to our favourite second hand sailing store and got some rope for some big lines and some dock lines , some more anchors, more rags, an important book or two and some other stuff I have foregotten.  Then it was off to an industral plastic supply company to hunt for some polycarbonate for our windows.  Found some. Done, sorted and presently being cut.  The part I missed here was the 3 hours last night Don spent creating a cad file to send to a fulla to cut the windows.  Don had a little freak out followed by another little freak out and finshed off by a medium freak out.  Evidently his widnowsXP set up on the computer is not the best of friends with the cad program making a seemily simple task into a monster.


The good freak out of the day came courtesy of Leslie and Lisa.  2462 miles away in New York Lisa and leslie are packing up and finishing off the New York Project.  Evidently this isn't going as smoothly as the girls thought it should be.  Yesterday Don and I spent a good part the afternoon/evening talking the ladies off the proverbial ledge they had established themselves on.  If at any point during this trip we had wanted to pitch our trip as a reality tv show, I have a feeling yesterday would have been the day to use.  Somehow the space available inside the vechical aquiured by the ladies did not match with the space needed for the essentails packed inside the apartment.  This combined with the last minute selling of things (which then means a lot of waiting for people who are never on time) and the general feelings about leaving New York and living on a boat for the next year finally pushed both of them over the edge. 


Now I see your what you are thinking here.  Its an easy solution.  You harden up, deal with it and move on.  If you need to get rid of Stuff, Get rid of Stuff.  If you need to ship Stuff, Ship Stuff.  Get a big burly neighbour to sit on a few things in the car to create some more space.  Just do what needs to be done.  But Here I would need to stop you and remind you that not everyone see's the world your way and you need to have a little compassion especially with poeple in the middle of a mess like this.  I would also propose that I would fly you here from anywhere in the world just to watch you try and reason with these two ladies during a full blown panic attach.  That is something I would pay good money to see.
"Don would like to include here that it is probably best if you read the last paragraph in the context of Andrew Looking in a mirror"


More to the point.  Solutions were finally found.  Tears where wiped away and two very tired and drained men went to bed(the ladies had more work to do).  Lets see what happens tomorrow