The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea

In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.

This weekend will mark the first official weekend that Bill and I actively begin the quest for the perfect sailboat. This is also where the problem begins.

See, my idea of what a sailboat should be and his are very, very different.

Here is my vision.

And here is his.

You will notice 2 big differences here.  My vision has lots of pictures of the inside of the boat, and his shows mostly the outside.

Mine is an old boat that has lots of wood and comfort.  His is a white hulled, racing boat, sleek and fast.

My boat has lots of room inside for 4 kids and 2 adults.

His has lots of room on deck for plenty of deck hands to trim sails and maximize the wind.

My boat has lots of room for an almost 3yo to run around safely below deck.

His has lots of deck area for an almost 3yo to fall overboard.

Mine could serve as a little vacation house.

His could hold lots of new sails that will be purchased to make the fast boat go faster.

So, you see the dilema.  He wants a boat to sail on and go fast and I want a boat to CRUISE on and relax.

I want a boat that is too expensive.

He wants a boat that we can afford.

This is one of the compromises. As are this and this.

This is just a looky, looky trip.  I am not anxious to rush into a boat anytime soon.  Plus, I know that the perfect boat is out there.  It just takes time to find it.  And part of the fun is the lookin’, ya know?

In the meantime, I will try and talk him into this one.  All we would have to do is sail it home form Mazatlan!  How hard would that be?  And we could see the Panama canal!  Easy day, right?

Photos to come.

In the meantime, have you ever pondered this part of the poem:

The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!’

Dude, you try keeping a straight face reading this to your small child.  It is impossible. And I have a cat named Pussy ta boot!