Wednesday, April 01, 2009
DINGHYS GONE WILD...OR BLAME IT ON THE GAS FILTER...
It was supposed to have been a leisurely motor around the harbor. Maybe swing by the fuel dock for an ice cream. Poke our noses out and watch the surfers at Inbetweens and Kaisers and check out the fishermen throwing their lines off Ala Moana.
Aw heck lets go a little further.
Oops it's rolling swells.
I'm getting wet.
Lets turn around.
Sudden silence where there should have been a gently humming outboard engine.
Me: "Honey is there something wrong with the engine?"
Him: (growling) "No."
Me: "Are you sure sweetie?"
Him: (growling louder while pulling the ropey starter thingy) YES I'M SURE!!!"
Me: "Should we ask those nice men laughing on the shore to help us?"
Let's just say we were lucky to have a pair of oars.
Rowing hard against the wind and current. The threat of the rocky breakwater. Blisters forming on tender fingers that should have been typing away on a keyboard...all this and more.
But I have to admit it was fun imagining the headlines.
"Author lost at sea. Husband says 'she was right there and then I turned around and she was gone.'"
Look at the bright side. Signed works always rise in value on ebay after the artist dies mysteriously.