mikebird
Banned
Soon after my day starts, I put my hands horizontally in front of me, to measure the amount of shake I'll have in a day. I'm nervous
I always shake.
If I make a tea or coffee for someone in an office (I hate it) I usually spill it on the way from kettle to desk. It gets worse on the way. The drink ends up on the carpet or on the desk.
The best weekend I ever had was at the start of April on my friend's sailing yacht. Sailing does not make me nervous. No seasickness for me.
I am fine getting rounds of beers. By that stage, I'm more relaxed.
This weekend, maybe after being knackered, having sailed round the coast for hours, getting to harbour, all the tidying up of sails, knots and ropes, we headed straight for the pub, after plenty of sun. The first round was on a round tray. I mirrored that. I don't like holding three round glasses together. I got three pints on a tray. After coming outside, down the steps, the three glasses were horizontal on the tray, awash with lager, dripping all over my shorts, and feet. Embarrassment doesn't help.
I went straight back to order more. I was determined not to let that happen again. Everyone was watching. Ultimate care. Exactly the same happened again, in the same place, at the same time. Everyone outside was entertained. I should have thought of holding these at the top, as pendulums - less risk. Two, and then one, separately.
Anyway, it all happened again - all over again, thrice. I don't give up. Should have. I did, eventually. However keen I am to 'make it better', the shake proceeds from the beginning
I always shake.
If I make a tea or coffee for someone in an office (I hate it) I usually spill it on the way from kettle to desk. It gets worse on the way. The drink ends up on the carpet or on the desk.
The best weekend I ever had was at the start of April on my friend's sailing yacht. Sailing does not make me nervous. No seasickness for me.
I am fine getting rounds of beers. By that stage, I'm more relaxed.
This weekend, maybe after being knackered, having sailed round the coast for hours, getting to harbour, all the tidying up of sails, knots and ropes, we headed straight for the pub, after plenty of sun. The first round was on a round tray. I mirrored that. I don't like holding three round glasses together. I got three pints on a tray. After coming outside, down the steps, the three glasses were horizontal on the tray, awash with lager, dripping all over my shorts, and feet. Embarrassment doesn't help.
I went straight back to order more. I was determined not to let that happen again. Everyone was watching. Ultimate care. Exactly the same happened again, in the same place, at the same time. Everyone outside was entertained. I should have thought of holding these at the top, as pendulums - less risk. Two, and then one, separately.
Anyway, it all happened again - all over again, thrice. I don't give up. Should have. I did, eventually. However keen I am to 'make it better', the shake proceeds from the beginning
Maybe your hands were just tired. I reckon sailing puts a decent amount of strain on them. After pulling a rope, you can't expect to perform open heart surgery ;>