Today we leave the dock for three months on the boat (picture of INTREPID, below) and I’m in my usual grumbling stage: I’m cranky about the cold weather, about the two few spaces to store provisions, about climbing on and off the boat and up and down steep stairs, about the concentration of odors (some not so nice), about the too-small bed, about the lack of a desk to write on and about the lousy Internet reception. Did I mention I’m chilly all the time?
You get the drift. If my husband didn’t look forward to summer on the boat so much, I’d be warm and comfy at my desk at home right now. I’ve told you about all the fabulous adventures we’ve had on our boat, so I’m not asking for pity. Okay, maybe a little commiseration. Mostly, I’m curious. Tell me, what is it you do (or have done) for your sweet significant other, on a regular basis, that fits in the realm of sacrifice? Must involve long-duration out-of-comfort-zone. Name that sacrifice!
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