Today is the second Mother's Day without my mother. It pains me to say that she died at the right time. COVID and how our government treated the elderly was, let's leave it as not positive. It would have just crushed me if she had died with the policies in place at the height of the COVID restrictions.

Today, my Mother's Day highlight was to put flowers at the graves and have a talk. I have seven relatives at the Santa Barbara Cemetery.

There were times over the years that I was at my wit's end. How do I stay employed, have a life, and take care of a sick relative so they would not have to be at a nursing home? I did not succeed at times. I am still beating myself up.

I will say this, even at their sickest, there was a comfort that they were still there. I have found out that I am significantly more risk-averse without my mother and grandparents alive.

If anyone would ask me if I miss them, my answer is you betcha.

2021 is going to be the fourth year going on five as a J70 boat owner, captain.

Many of the things that I thought were correct when I bought Escape proved to be wrong. I wanted a more democratic boat with crew ownership of their tasks. I found out that there can only be one captain on a sailboat and that I needed better standards on who may sail with me. A person who wants to sail is not good enough. Sailboat racing is an extreme sport with rules. People get hurt, boats get damage.

There are so many articles about how to sail a boat, not many on managing those who sail with you.

I am an MBA. Over the next few months, I plan on putting my thoughts down on crews and running a J70. I hope to implement them over time.

I saw an altered version of this fable. It was made to be more progressive. I feel that the unedited version has more value for teaching values.

One bright day in late autumn a family of Ants were bustling about in the warm sunshine, drying out the grain they had stored up during the summer, when a starving Grasshopper, his fiddle under his arm, came up and humbly begged for a bite to eat.

"What!" cried the Ants in surprise, "haven't you stored anything away for the winter? What in the world were you doing all last summer?"

"I didn't have time to store up any food," whined the Grasshopper; "I was so busy making music that before I knew it the summer was gone."

The Ants shrugged their shoulders in disgust.

"Making music, were you?" they cried. "Very well; now dance!" And they turned their backs on the Grasshopper and went on with their work.

There's a time for work and a time for play.

My cat Suzy Kat passed away today. She was very ill. She was one of the most sweetest, and loyal cats. Also as a tipical cat, she did not like to be denighed.

RIP Suzy Kat

In the tradition of last year, I decide run a report of what I have done as a year in exercise.