PINEAWEIGH - DAY NINETEEN, Complain/Confess/Re-Consider
KINGSTON
Last Sunday I wrote about the universe, the vastness and mystery of space, and the goodness of sun; and while I didn’t write about it, as I wrote, I wondered — if God is the creator of all that is contained in space but God is not in that which is created, does that mean existence extends beyond what, well, exists? It’s enough to cause my brain to stagger.
Today, metaphysical thoughts did not my brain stagger. Distance, did. A distance of about fifty miles between where we were and where we wanted to be by day’s end: La Conner and Kingston. I confess, that’s just too long a leg. It’s like reading from Genesis to Revelation in one sitting. I don’t always enjoy such things.
In my opinion, Whidbey Island is simply too long an island. I get sick of rounding its many corners. Saratoga Passage, which is beautiful, is simply too vast, even with the dolphins we saw. Once we roared through Possession Sound (we roar at 14kts), and rounded Possession Point at the bottom of Whidbey Island, I looked across Puget Sound and moaned. Kingston was still miles of minutes away and the darned Kingston ferries mess up my direct course. So many boats, such choppy water, and debris in the water, and there, to port, was the Victoria Clipper that does roar, and has the right-of-way in the shipping lane, and I had to slow down, then eat her wake (see what I mean?), and what about those bullet boats powered by testosterone cutting into the Sound and across my bow, chainsaw style, and WHAT ABOUT those hundred or more free-floating fishing boats bobbing above the fish they seek, right-in-front-of the entrance of Port of Kingston making my approach cat-cradled?
But, complaining over, there was an easy docking for us in the Marina, and our son Gordy came to call, and we had a great walk into town for a tasty lunch, and the dog is happy to romp on grass, and share a bite of our ice cream (Jamoca Almond Fudge)from the Creperie, and we’ve washed salt water from windows, and we reached our destination safely, wearily but happily, and we need to savor the moments. We have only two legs left in this adventure with friends.
So, remembering this is the Lord’s Day, and having confessed, I rejoice in it.
