“No, no!” I cry—not Wind, not air moving swiftly enough to push the water of Puget Sound up into massive Marcel waves, not “Wind,” the noun, but “Wind,” the verb.

Westlawn Institute of Marine Technology says that yacht “connotes elegance and expense.” I’m wiping tears of hilarity from my cheeks.

. . . fortunately, there was room enough for both of us. And, believe me, had we noticed . . .

SHOULD HAVE SEEN ALL THOSE STARS

SQUIRMING HARD IN THE SKY,

BEING WARNED TO REPENT FROM THEIR SIN.

Picture it. Slung over my left shoulder was my big purse, an open tote bag with dog blankets, a few forgotten food items, and in my left hand a hanger holding a tablecloth. Dog leash, my house key, and a coffee mug in my right hand. Ready to leave the apartment, I was. But . . .

Friday, July 12, 2019, in near perfect mid-morning cruising conditions. True. The weather was perfect, but. . .

She’s too busy to be here this year . . .