As a kid I often imagined my bedroom into a boat. I planned to sail away in solitude and self-sufficiency…
I would stockpile “important” things in my room—often things I wasn’t allowed to have in my room (food!)—in preparation for my imaginary cast-off, and I would invest quite a lot of thought into (and derive quite a lot of pleasure from) this made-up scenario of having everything I wanted within reach at once. Before the word “Prepper” was even invented, I was practicing it with my play.
Fast-forward some decades, and I get to play “Boat” for real. Setting aside for a moment the horrifying reason why FOUR BILLION people are Playing Boat, I’m kind of acting out a kid-fantasy here. And—Bonus!—the invention of the Internet in the interim makes it even easier to “nest” contentedly in my home.
I feel that same sense of harbored hideaway–though the “important” items have shifted in form.
Forty years ago I was curating a different set of belongings, a different perspective of priorities–though with some definite overlaps. Back then I gathered up my teddy bear Toots, my blanket Pinky, my Nancy Drew collection, my diary, “Mr. Sketch” scented markers, flashlight and sleeping bag, Fisher-Price medical kit, a Triple-A “triptic” flip-book of maps, the contraband snacks… The Lutheran hymnal (filched from my parents’ shelf under the misapprehension that this was the “holy-and-important” church-book)…
My Kodak Instamatic camera and our Fisher Price tape-recorder (because even though I didn’t yet know the word “journalist,” I wanted to document my expedition)…
And stationery. I intended to write home.
Why am I reminiscing about this? Because suddenly we are living in the 2020 Pandemic, and we are SUPPOSED to Play Boat, all of us. Stock up with whatever you consider “essentials” and stay self-sufficient while hunkering down at home. We “go ashore” to provision (properly masked, gloved, wiped, and sanitized) and then we stay aboard our own boats. With only our own shipmates.
Toilet-paper jokes abound: this has been THE “panic purchase.” Inexplicably.
(By the way, that plaque was in my bathroom before the Great TP Privation of 2020. Just think: we can tell our awe-struck grandkids how toilet paper used to be so expendable we’d festoon teachers’ whole yards with it!)
Fortunately, I do have TP. And coffee. And laundry soap, eggs, deodorant, coffee creamer, kitty litter, prescription meds. Mini “Cutie” oranges. We haven’t been to the grocery store for more than two weeks, so the bananas are gone. And I’m out of Diet Dr. Pepper.
But we do have a new electric teapot, and we’re trying different teas. We have two-player games. I walk, in increments of time measured by “Outlander” episodes (I promised I’d ONLY watch when I’m on the treadmill!—Yes, I bribe myself). I have a “puzzle mat” to roll up an in-progress jigsaw and preserve its pieces from our cats. I’m working my way through archives of New York Times crosswords and a cache of logic puzzles on my iPad.
And hey, Toots is still aboard!–>
And LOTS of books.
No stationery, perhaps, but still an urge to write.
I’ve been posting blurbs on FaceBook every day, jokingly labeling them as entries in a “Captain’s Log”— carrying on my game of imagining my home into a boat. (An anchored boat, to be sure; my Google Maps cheerfully reported I traveled six miles in March.) It’s a string of the little goofy observations about Isolation Life (Day Twenty-Seven, by the way)….
Like trying to swipe open my grocery list at the store but my phone’s “facial recognition” doesn’t work with the mask. Or that our 2020 Home Projects list is unexpectedly done—so now what? Or how my mom & I exchanged pics of our propped-up feet and TV screens, watching the same Netflix show “together.” Or that my daily social life consists of greeting the mailman and UPS guy through my glass door. Or which is the more important protective gear when we took the motorcycle to the store: the helmet, or the mask? Or the difficulty of conveying an emotion with the “masked” emoticon. Or What the hell DAY is it? (With the follow-up: why would it matter?)
On the high seas of the nineteenth century, a cry of “Sail ho!” on a whaleship often augured a GAM–a social ritual of pulling alongside another ship to exchange news and mail.
But what is a gam? You might wear out your index-finger running up and down the columns of dictionaries, and never find the word. Dr. Johnson never attained to that erudition; Noah Webster’s ark does not hold it. Nevertheless, this same expressive word has now for many years been in constant use among some fifteen thousand true born Yankees. Certainly, it needs a definition, and should be incorporated into the Lexicon.Herman Melville’s Moby Dick
These days, of course, you can find the word in twenty seconds on Dictionary.com or practically any glossary short of UrbanDictionary’s. And if you pause there with your hand on that mouse… You are, in fact, possessed of the mechanism of the modern gam. (Possessed by it, perhaps—but that’s a whole different conversation.) That’s right, let’s hear it for Zoom gams, because my boat-ride could feel a lot more isolated than it does.
16 thoughts on “The 2020 Sailor’s “Gam””
Thanks for getting back in your blog mode-you just made my evening a little lighter🥰
And thank YOU for putting a smile on me right now! :)
Kana, I am thankful you posted today. I love the boating analogy with zoom. How apt! I am always eager to read your blog, when you post. I’m sending good wishes and prayers to you today .
Thank you!–I think I just felt those prayers land. :)
i am glad you could sense the prayers. What crazy times these are. I hope today brings you some peace and joy.
As usual, I roll your words around in my head and in my mouth before I swallow them down,
Ah! Fine fodder for this Boat Trip. Thanks, Sweetie!
(And there it is… Forty years later, I’m busted for sneaking food into my room! ;)
There you are again. :)
I think that once again, we are sharing the invisible boat – we used to have just a room with only our computer machines to bridge the gap. What progress! Sail On!
Presumably that means we’ve graduated from the padded cell? ;)
Well, my roommates did the toilet paper hoarding before they both left town to stay with family, so I’m okay on that note for a little while, but I had no idea prior to this what my coffee filter consumption would be like when writing from home all. the. time.
If you need a coffee-filter-bailout, we’ll coordinate a Bloggers’ Rescue Mailer! ;)
If I could attach a photo to the comment here, I’d show you the shelf in our pantry loaded with ten cans of Costco coffee–and that was our supply BEFORE all this hit. I’m a Pacific Northwesterner–I could do without the TP if I absolutely had to… But not without the coffee!! :)
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im with you, coffee is a nonnegotiable necessity!!
It’s cool, I finally managed to get to a grocery store that had them in stock, after striking out at Walgreens! It was just a shock to find what my at-home coffee consumption actually was…
We’re learning all KINDS of things about ourselves, I think! 😆
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I’m very happy to see the blog (log?) is back. Sail ho!