In March, server difficulties caused me to shut down a few things that I was hosting on my web. I did not restore any of them apart from my blog. My blog was hiding. But now I have moved it.

I stopped blogging because I was bored of myself. Covering the minutae of my life was boring me, nothing seemed to be happening.

Since March, lots has happened.

Workwise, I’ve been to Madrid, Uganda, Egypt. I am going back to Uganda. I’m not sure when. Uganda is a strange place. Their middle class is so middle and yet there is sooooooooo much poverty there it would make you think about your cushy life. Ugandan’s have mobile phones in their communities but no running water. The battle for the hearts and minds seems to be between mobile phone companies and evalgelical church builders from the USA. These people are intolerable (the church builders). There was a group of them on the flight back from Entebbe who were the loudest, most abnoxious Americans I have encountered in a long time. They pestered everyone around them. “Where are you from?” “What brought you to Uganda?” “Do you have the Lord in your life?”The flight was long and loud. They were there to build THREE HUNDRED churches. I think they’d do better work to build sanitation. God not going to save you if you don’t have clean water. Anyway, enough about Uganda.

The biggest event was buying a boat. I have wanted a boat since I was twelve and SK indulged me. We bought a boat together. I don’t think he had wanted a boat since he was twelve, but he seems to be enjoying it too. We put it in the water. We moved from being terrified to its size, to thinking “for long range sailing, something bigger would be nicer” to racing to realising it’s a great size for messing around in Dublin bay. I can sail it single handed. SK hasn’t tried that yet. Next summer we plan to try to sail it as far as West Cork if possible to get our nautical miles up. Aside from sailing in Chico, I also sailed least three, sometimes four nights a week in June. In dinghies and on a larger single class cruiser racer popular in Dun Laoghaire. In July I sailed at least twice a week, except for when I was in Uganda for two weeks. In August I did lots more sailing on thursdays, saturdays and sundays. Oh, I passed my day skipper course. So did SK.

I acquired cook books. I cooked meals. I wondered why the summer was so wet. I screamed in frustration at the on going building works that are giving us headaches every day at work. Drilling. Digging. Sawing through concrete. I remained interminably bad at reading. I have stuggled to read in the fashion which I used to prior to four years of evening courses. I designed a website for a campaign in Cork. I maintain that too. I moved all my website crap to a new host. I gave presentations at work to the entire department on what I did in Uganda, as it was a new service. I invented it pretty much. That felt good.

Other than that, there is nothing to report. Six months of busy busy sailing season and being thrown in at the deep end at work. I survived work. The boat gave me more pleasure than you can imagine. Oh, I was elected a member of a one of the sailing clubs in Dun Laoghaire, completley disproving the theory that you need “pull” to get into these clubs or that they are snobby institutions. I charmed my way in and I met some of the nicest people I have met in a long long time this summer. All in the club. Apart from the sailing brats clogging up itsabagel. But, they seem to grow out of that brattishness after one or two seaons of trying to master sailing. One month of sailing left. Then SK and I are off to Cuba on our summer holiday. Last year our summer holiday was in December and January, this year it is in October and November.

Bye for now.