Monday, September 17, 2007

All I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by

The Geezer and I went down to the sea again this afternoon. He wanted to sail solo, with me as back-up. My role was to do nothing, unless he was about to back the boat trailer into a rock (in which case my role was to scream before he hit it) or if he fell out of the boat and couldn't get back in (in which case my role was to call 911 before he drowned).

I performed my role admirably by sitting propped against a sun-warmed rock, reading a book, with Sheba lying alongside. She's such a restful companion.

It was sunny and autumnal - gulls crying overhead and waves lapping at the beach. The air smelled of salt and ozone. The picture is the Geezer prepping our little sailboat.

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