Well bloggers, it's December 20th, 2012, and you know what that means.
Yup, just one more day before oblivion to tidy up affairs and post those last minute posts.
Of course, those of us with boats that can go out on the big, badass ocean with accommodation onboard for pooping aren't sweating it too much. We can just sail off into the sunset like we've always planned to do anyway.
And now's a good time to do that for another reason. You wouldn't want to leave on a Friday, would you?
But what about those of us with boats too small for an extended ocean passage? What are those poor unfortunates to do? I think I'd look for solace in some distilled products and maybe, at last, dust off that old bible that you've never opened.
You know what they say. There are no atheists in
But what's that?
You can't find your bible? I was afraid of that. Well, as always here at O Dock, we step up at crucial moments of peril and provide the vital resources our readers need to make it through the day, and possibly through all eternity.
So, if you have only a small boat and can't find your bible anywhere, here is a small snippet of it that should work in a pinch, or even if you're footing off:
The Laser's Prayer
The Laser is my shepherd, I shall not want.
It maketh me to lie down in strange postures,
It saileth me through the still waters, it restoreth my soul,
It leadeth me in the paths of starboard tackers for the wind's sake.
Yea, though I roll downwind in the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil, for thou art with me.
Thy vang and thy sheet they comfort me.
Thou preparest a regatta before me in the presence of mine enemies,
thou annointest my head with a trophy,
my cup runneth over.
Surely, soreness and mildew shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the fleet of the Laser forever.