So much for my preoccupation with the cruise – at least for the moment.
More pressing matters have suddenly swept in. Literally. I've been battening down the hatches here at home. A sudden wind blew in, creating minor havoc. Patio chairs flew across the deck. The gusts churned up dust tornadoes on our unpaved driveway. The pool cover blew off, the goats have run for shelter and my internet is likely to go down. The rain hasn't started but I know it's coming. I'll be happy if no trees come down on the house.
After retrieving the pool cover from the goat pen, Dean bursts into the house with a need to share his innermost feelings. “Imagine,” he says, “if we get this wind on the ship.”
Well, thanks, buddy. That's just the kind of seed I don't need planted in my obsessive compulsive brain.
“Are you trying to scare me?” I ask.
Dean gives me that who-are-you-trying-to-kid look. “When have you ever been afraid of water?” he demands. “We've kayaked across Arrow Lake in a raging lightning storm. We've been whitewater rafting in Class 4 rapids. The mast of our 25 foot Catalina sailboat touched the lake in a strong wind. The winds were so strong when we kayaked in La Jolla that we needed someone to kick us out past the crashing surf. Remember when we were coming back from a cruise to the South Pacific and the water was flying out of the pool as the ship crashed through 30 foot swells?”
Of course, I remember.
I confess, I got a bit of a thrill from it all, too.
Boy, Dean sure takes all the fun out of being melodramatic.
Crashing through 30 foot waves? Kayaking in lighting storms? even chasing after black bears through the back forty? Yup, that's my BFF.....but ask her to sit quitely in the passenger seat while you weave in and out of rush hour traffic.....Oh Em Gee!!!!!
ReplyDeleteLorna
You fogot about the time we went swimming with the sharks!
ReplyDeleteDon't take it personally, BFF. Even swimming with sharks was more relaxing than being the passenger in a car - any car, not just yours!