I haven't seen Tina since, well, years and years and years that have slipped by slowlysofast. A couple of trips out to the boat turned into dinners and where's that extra berth sheet, a bonefishing expedition, good food, much laughter and much story talktalk. We've kept up, but it is so much better if you can hug in the middle of a story, laugh into each other's eyes, sometimes not say a word while memories well up and new ones are made. Talk of the past, talk of the future. Being in the present. Friends.
On my way down to the ferry dock where they'd be pulling in, I happened to pass Benjamin working on a power post. I've seen them tiled, I've seen them bare. But this is the best one I've ever seen painted. If you happen to be going by, take a look, it's wonderful!
Arrival time was to be around 1-ish. I sat with some friends and suddenly felt they were near - and they were, just in sight and soon to be anchoring. Ok, mooring.
|Tina catches the ball first try. Good girl!|
|Securing boat to the mooring while I stand impatiently on the shore. I thought about swimming out and then...didn't.|
|Coming in. Mark came in close to the rocks by the gas station, I clambered down and we were off to Dinghy Dock. Of course.|
|Life is good.|
|Back out on the boat, happy happy happy hour|
|Tina is doing Boat Girl really well (she's always been a water / boat girl, so it's not too difficult)|
|Captain o Captain|
|Jamsie, one of three cats aboard, wondering why there is no fish on that hook|
|Checking out sail rigs|
|Day moving into dusk|
|A couple of beaky hunters|
|Mark is big on bonefishing, Tina, a skilled fisherwoman but a learner of this new elusive critter|
|A tern on|
|The bonefish were out there, wily and fast. Faster than Mark this day.|
|Egg casings. Beautiful thing for something made with sand and spit|
|I think she's happy.|
|It's right THERE!|
|This is the one I wanted to relocate.|
|The bird's feathers are ruffled because it was blowing like mad|
|On a clear day, I was in Forever|
|Perfect for earrings!|
Then, over the wind came the large engine sounds of the LCT's for whatever maneuvers are going on this weekend.
And then I realized I'd left my phone on their boat...thanks, Francie, for the return!
This post is dedicated to Tammy. All who knew her, myself as a long-time acquaintance and the many who deeply loved her long and well will have to live on extra strong, enjoying every ounce of the gift of life we've been given. It won't make up for her tragic loss, but it's the most and least we can do.
Have a searching for sanity Saturday. Do something situationally serene.