Ever have one of those days?

Where you get up early, all fired up for an ugly day of dirty work. I mean Tyvek suit/Mask/Respirator/Gloves day.  This comes from a winter of boat near-abandonment, in a shed that has again become the domain of feral cats and pigeons in the rafters.  A winter that came and went while I knew I’d have a horrendous cleanup, not just from time and wildlife, but a cleanup that remained after that final nightmare deck glassing, which would have never been completed if not for my daughter’s significant other.  And he was with me again as we excavated the boat from months of overdue cleaning.

Yeah. A good day. Dirty, tiring, but oh so satisfying, the see the boat re-emerge from beneath the debris. We tossed junk in the dumpster, loaded my car with anything that didn’t need to be there, then headed home and off-loaded. A very good day, and I still had time to shower and then write before dinner. I sat down for a quick snack first, while the dogs jumped in the pond out back.  And then it hit me.

I didn’t see one boat bag when we got home — the one with my phone, wallet, and pretty much everything else important. And I know where it is…in the salon, beside the helm. That shower’s going to have to wait.

Yup. Definitely one of those days.

 

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