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It's a Crack Up! This is the story of a pampered tea-sipper from sunny California who ends up as a plucky, menopausal first mate on a tiny wooden sailboat captained by her ever-capable, ever-competent, guitar-pounding husband, sailing ... THE LARGEST TIDES IN THE WORLD! THE BAY OF FUNDY! From the Prologue: Wednesday September 6, 1991, Visalia, California 10 a.m. I sit at my dining table, viewing our swimming pool and the third green of the Visalia Country Club. Soft classical music plays in the background. I have completed my step aerobics and my weight workout in the gym at our club. My schedule for the rest of the day is neatly printed in my day planner. I can feel the breeze afting through the French doors leading to the deck ... I'm enjoying the serenity of being here all alone. On Monday the housekeeper is here and Tuesdays I lead a Bible study group and the house is full of chattering women. I'm going over the menu for my next cocktail party and the guest list of 200. I picture my closet and try to visualize what I might wear for the party ... I'm feeling pretty good about life. I'm 40 years old and I've been married for 20 years. I wear matching underwear and marble surrounds my Jacuzzi bathtub. My gardens are filled with roses, azaleas, gardenias, and camellias ... the entry courtyard is enveloped by lush greenery and filled with the serene tinkling sound of a little fountain ... Then the deep and booming voice of God speaks to me ... "Eileen! I want you to go live on a 25-foot Amphibi-con ..." "OK, Lord, I'm listening. What is an Amphibi-con?" "It's a very small, 46-year-old wooden sailboat. You will cook, eat and sleep on board." "I will?" "You will sail this boat on a journey to the Minas Basin. You will wear Baffins, a Tilley's and stretch jeans. You will become more familiar with mud than with many of my other creations. "What's a minus basin? What's a Baffin? What the hell, excuse me, is a Tilley?" "You'll find out. Thirty days and thirty nights you will store your food in the bilge of the boat. You will sail 300 miles from your home in Eastport, Maine." "Please, Lord, why will I do these things?" "You are to try and find your center." ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Eileen Beaver, a native of California, lives in Eastport, Maine with her husband (and Captain) Doug. She, the crew, when not sailing and celebrating the beauty of nature, can be found continuing her search for wholeness in her spa/tub, bridging her old and new life by painting her toenails a bright Tunisian coral. She, the decorator, can be found in decorating rehab. She, the author, when not sitting with her lap-top open and working on her next book, Living on Liquid, exercising (not to get any better, but to keep from falling apart), gardening, or cooking, can be found gazing into her Captain's eyes (when they're not closed in silent exasperation at the length of her latest list).
