PINEAWEIGH - DAY TWO-ish
ON YOUR MARK, GET READY, DON’T GO
Tuesday, 10:30pm Bremerton Yacht Club parking lot:
“I probably should have helped you with that,” I said as Dave and I collected scattered food freed from the once very full now tipped-over ice chest.
The recovered bags of radishes, celery, pecans, frozen chicken breasts, rolling blueberries, and sundry things dripped oozy evidence that at the bottom of the dock cart mess lay broken eggs. (I’m kidding about the blueberries.) Blueberries stayed in their container but we did clean up the muck of two broken eggs.
We made the “On your mark, get ready” part of the trip to the boat with relative ease but not as envisioned by our “Day One” plans; you know, our intention to board in the heat of the day with a steep, low tide ramp to challenge us. We did, finally, make it to the boat by 10:45pm, and enjoyed warm weather rather than hot, and a kind-to-us rising tide ramp. By midnight, all perishables were stowed. Tired but satisfied on this warm night, we yielded to a gentle, water-rocked sleep. All is well.
Day Two: Wednesday “GO!”
Well, darn. All is not well.
“Go” to Blake Island or Eagle Harbor on morning’s sweet, swift current gets canceled. Dave “goes.” He goes home to search for an indispensable item which was on the “take to boat” list but isn’t found. The ”Go early” on PineAweigh plan has been scuttled.
“Oh. While you are there,” (home) said I by phone, “would you bring the light, white cotton summer blanket? It’s in the linen closet.”
“It’s on our bed, Barb.”
“Right. It’s on our bed.”
“I’ll bring it,” says he.
“You’ll remake the bed?” I ask.
We will have houseguests coming back to the apartment from the boat and, you know, the bed needs to . . .”
“I’ll make the bed. But first, I’ll have a nap in it.
Wednesday, 10:30am: No “GO” quite yet but, hey, the weather report couldn’t be finer, and as long as we keep our attitudes hanging on the right hooks, we are fine, as well.
