a little tired

Wednesday, October 24th, 2007

Chesterton, Maryland

We are freshly docked after hauling back anchor and motoring up the Chester River all morning. Up on deck, the crew is preparing to put our smallboat Chausser in the water. Rain has been spitting down on them all day but somehow, the idea of independently messing around in a boat is appealing right now. I run up and help tail a gantl'n. We all work well together because that is how things have always been. The very design and fabric of our crew depends on our working as a unit. If it wasn't for this unity being ingrained in us I think this afternoon would be rather hellish. Short tempers, short fuses, short on love... No one is stretching far beyond the gripe of our miserable moment here. Everyone is wet and has been standing around doing menial little jobs in the rain. We all need kisses and the day to be done. For me, the day is always a little longer. Chin up. The sooner I make dinner, the sooner it will be off my mind and I can slip into thick soft sleep.

A small walk through the rain to Andy's, the local pub. I cozy into an old cracking vinyl couch and sip my hot cider while loading my scribbles for you to read. Whoever you are, there is good conversation here and a listening ear. I'm feeling lonesome for laughter and talk and will soon meander back to my drippy boat. Huzzah for life.