This is only temporary…

C.E. Grundler

I mean it!  For real.  Just a temporary flight of stairs up to the boat. I know how it looks, but trust me, it’s not staying that way.

You see, I have these guys…

…and they like going everywhere with me. Walks, road trips, vineyards, beaches, woods,  you name it. If I’m going somewhere, they figure they’re coming along. Except for that strange place I disappear to all the time, and NEVER bring them.

You see, they’re each roughly sixty pounds, and I’m pretty strong, but not strong enough to haul them up a ladder. That wouldn’t end well for any of us. But there happened to be an old set of stairs in the corner of the shed, upside down and forgotten, tall enough to just about reached the cockpit door.  Add a little scrap lumber, and whala!  My crew can now board. Not that they’re doing much of anything useful once aboard, but as company goes, they can’t be beat. And now, so long as there’s no grinding or other nastiness on the day’s agenda, my boys are going to the boat with me.

I wonder if Rex (fuzzy, brown, short legs) remembers this thing once (and eventually will yet again) floats. As for Loki (taller, black) it’s just a really strange looking house — but at least it has a couch, so he’s cool with it.

Now, if only I could teach them to operate power tools and lay up fiberglass…

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