I’m beginning to think this whole dock thing is a bad, bad idea. For the past two years while we were anchoring and moving every few days, we had a routine in place. We went places. We sailed. At the moment the inertia of being in one place–it’s glue. Perhaps quagmire is more the right term for it. LOL. The baby finches have left the nest–and we’re still here.
We’re in luck though today, Jim, the son of a former Mahdee owner, called to remind us that there’s a wonderful schooner event coming up at his yacht club and, oh, wouldn’t we like to come out and play?
David’s first thoughts are “yippie, let’s go sailing.” Typical guy.
Of course, my first thought is “OMG, we’ve got so much going on with our contract work project–we’d have to get that stuff off the boat…” and “yikes, the place is a mess!” and “all that summer varnish-work needs to be done before we go (since many of the other schooners will have just completed the previous weekend being shown off at the annual wooden boat show, Mahdee won’t be quite as shiny as the rest, for sure)” and “I’m still hobbling around with this darn ankle sprain” and finally “let me just hide under a rock.”
Tomorrow is another day, and we will figure out how to make this happen–in a happy way. Tonight, while I’m obsessing and writing about hiding under a rock, David is happily tooting away on the clarinet with an excruciatingly chipper version of “Daydream Believer” I’ll take that bluebird.
Oh I could hide ‘neath the wings
Of the blue bird as she sings
The six-o’clock alarm would never ring
But six rings and I rise
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
The shaving razor’s cold and it stings
Cheer up sleepy Jean
Oh what can it mean to a
Daydream believer and a
Homecoming queen
You once thought of me
As a white knight on his steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh, our good times start and end
Without all I want to spend
But how much baby do we really need
Cheer up sleepy Jean
Oh what can it mean to a
Daydream believer and a
Homecoming queen
—
“Daydream Believer” as written by John Stewart
