Everybody needs some bliss; especially ME when tugboat man comes home unexpectedly and then even more shocking, gets a call to return to work WHILE WE’RE DRIVING HOME FROM THE AIRPORT!
It’s not unheard of in the maritime world, but I’ve not really experienced it until now.
Glass half full; we had an enjoyable one-and-a-half days. Thirty-six hours is better than nothing.
It’s important to stay positive and present in the moment, rather than dwelling on the injustice, which would be a waste of time, and TIME is precious.
So he’s gone again and it’s time for a little bliss in the form of Mother Nature.
Breathe deeply and OMMMMMM….
The ultimate blissful event is the birth of one of my resident hummingbird’s eggs; you can BARELY see a miniature fluffy speck huddled in the bottom of the nest.
And JUST NOW, the second egg hatched! Could anything be more amazing than Mother Nature?
Here’s an update: Pretty good close up video of the two newborn hummingbirds:
Ending with the B is for Bliss theme, a boat birdhouse.
At least THIS boat is firmly anchored and will stay in one place, right?
Tugboat man should be home for sure at the end of June; at that point he’ll have been out to sea for more than ninety days when it was only supposed to be for six weeks.
Such is the life of a tugboat captain’s wife.
PS All photos, unless otherwise noted, are property of EnchantedSeashells.
And so it begins…
Tugboat man withdrawals. Cold turkey.
I took him to the airport at 4:30 a.m.
Once again there’s that lonely ride home.
This time he’ll probably be gone for six weeks or so.
I pointed my camera straight up because the sky was so blue, more blue than I’ve seen in a long time. Not a cloud in the sky.
And so hot. August hot. Record-breaking hot. Drinking ice water all day.
And nope, I can’t go with him, in case you were gonna ask.
Sky blue, SO BLUE — can you believe this is an un-retouched pic I snapped in our backyard? Kind of heart shaped, can you see it? If you tilt your head just a teensy bit to the left, can you see it now?
Practice random acts of romance all year.
My tugboat man isn’t here today, Sigh.
But I don’t really care about Valentine’s Day. I really, really don’t.
It’s not that I reject it for its blatant commercialism (although there’s that, too) but my thought process works like this: why set aside only one day out of 365 to be nice?
Practicing random acts of romance any time during the year speaks to me of being genuine – that one has had an independent thought not generated by heavy-handed advertising — and expression of love and romance.
It doesn’t have to be expensive (really!).
I get as excited and grateful when my tugboat man brings home a seashell or a cool rock as I do when he brings my favorite Chanel perfume.
With all due respect to Sheryl Sandberg, this is how I lean in…
Want to read about our first Valentine’s Day? Click here: He Who Tugs At My Heart
Let’s never forget to practice random acts of romance, OK?Tugboat man had to fly away for a couple of days to attend a biz meeting (not to go out to sea – that’s next week) and I decided to surprise him with a flirty homecoming.
This allowed me time to plan…
Logs are staged in the fireplace, candles are flickering, champagne and chocolate cupcakes are ready to serve; he’s gonna be one very happy hub!
When was the last time you peeled off your sweat pants, got all dolled up, and romanced your significant other?
I’m not talking about a birthday or anniversary or Valentine’s Day — but for no special reason, just like the good old days when you were courting, when you were that different person. Know what I mean?
If you’re empty nesters like us, there’s really no excuse.
No kids, no school, nothing to interfere with rekindling the flame that brought you together in the first place.
Sadly for us though, his Southwest Airlines flight was delayed almost two hours and he didn’t get home until after midnight and was too exhausted to do much of anything except eat one of the yummy cupcakes.
The beauty of a long term marriage is that we have another opportunity. We’ll try again tonight. There are
15 14 13 12 cupcakes remaining, along with a very chilled bottle of Gruet champs.
Grand Marnier Frosted Chocolate Cupcakes adorned with pretty garden flowers.
On April 10, 1912, Titanic departed Southampton, England, on her maiden voyage to New York City. She sank five days later on the morning of April 15th after hitting an iceberg four hundred miles off the coast of Nova Scotia.
My tugboat man is a true waterman on land, too. When he’s not driving tugboats all around the world’s oceans and waterways, he’s surfing big and small waves here in SoCal.
I’m NOT a water lover like he is, but I enjoy kayaking and sailing (with him) our little dory appropriately named Princess Rosebud. Read all about it here: In Which Princess Rosebud Embarks Upon a Magical Journey
When my tugboat man is home between assignments, he likes to assemble models. Of boats. He’s especially fascinated with Titanic. I wrote about it here: Building A Paper Titanic.
This time he created an adorable tiny sparkly silver Titanic, about six inches long, using tweezers and a magnifying glass.
The details are so precious!Isn’t it the cutest little thing, and so sparkly?The assembled model right next to the picture on the box.Nope, no jokes, not going there LOLOn the dock.I’ve searched on the internet for different models that my water loving mariner might like. I found some elaborate tugboat designs, but they’re very expensive, in the $300-$400 range. That’s a BIT pricey for something that’ll eventually sit on a shelf to be dusted by moi.
Does your spouse have a hobby?
Preparing for Santa Tugboat Man’s arrival this evening — I’m busy busy busy baking and cleaning AGAIN.
Such is the life of a tugboat captain’s wife.
Looking through old pics, I found this one of Angel Boy with our best and smartest Border collie, Stella Rondo, named in honor of one of my favorite writers, Eudora Welty, from her short story, “Why I Live at the P.O.”
Was there ever a more adorable fashion-forward little boy?
Forget elf shaming, try a little Hanukkah Harry Guilt! (Not gelt).
This post is a time machine back to the year twenty-twelve, but it’s the only one I have for Hanukkah.
That year I was all alone. Again.
Happy Chanukkah or Hanukkah or Hannukah or Channukah 2014!
However you spell it, it’s eight days of prezzies!
…or the continuing saga of my life.
As my first husband’s mother said to my mom, “isn’t it such a shame you wasted so much money on her education. She doesn’t really seem to do much of anything, does she?”
Looky here, readers, you all need to stop whining right now. Right now, I say!
I’ve peeked inside your private lives. Here’s a typical scenario:
8:00 a.m. You’re home with your spouse before leaving the house to go to work or he goes to work while you “stay home to take care of the kids” which really means you’re going to Tweet and shop all day and change a diaper or two, only if necessary. Not all of you, but enough to make it true. And I know it’s true ‘cos who do you think I tweet with all day?
Spouse: “I’ll home home at six. See ya.”
Wife pulls the ratty bathrobe a bit tighter and rebelts it because an important message is acoming…
“Now you come right home after work, don’t stop anywhere; no bars, no strip clubs, nothin’. You come right home, ya hear me? I’m making something special for dinner tonight.”
He walks out to the car. Five seconds after leaving the house, before the car even backs out of the driveway, he totally forgot everything his wife said. Typical, right?
6:00 p.m.- no hubby
6:15 p.m – no hubby
6:30 p.m. Here it comes…the power texting, phoning, emailing commences.
The scissors come out to make a few strategic alterations in his favorite t-shirt.
She opens another bottle of wine.
8:00 p.m. His car drives up, front door opens, “Hi honey, I’m home!”
“WHERE. WERE. YOU.”
‘Wha? Why is it so dark in here?”
“Where. were. you. I called. I emailed. I texted.”
“Ohhh…didn’t I mention I’d be late today? I -uh- thought I did.”
OK, I could go on and on but the point is that when 99% of you get mad at your significant others when they’re late; when work or whatever–delays their arrival at the appointed hour–you all need to STOP WHINGING AND WHINING about it!!
Since the world revolves around me, take a walk around South Coast Plaza in my shoes (not the Gucci ones, tho. I wear a 5 1/2 and your feet’d stretch ’em all out.) I was expecting the captain tomorrow, Thursday. I cleaned the house, washed the windows, planned and anticipated the whole homecoming–even made a new welcome home sign–and he called and said he’d be LATE.
HE’S GOING TO BE A MONTH AND A HALF LATE!
HE WON’T BE BACK UNTIL SOMETIME NEXT JANUARY 201THREE!!
I’m not saying not to be pissed at your inconsiderate spouse–I would never think to deprive you of that joy–just think about ME next time.
Your “late” and my “late” are two different things altogether.
Ahem. Now, to give equal time to my cultural background as a full blooded Jewish American Princess, may I formally present to you my Hannukah installation….with the one and only Hairy Hannukah Harry holding the torah. Eight candles represent the eight days that I had to wait before I could spend more of the captain’s hard earned money.
There’s a time and a place for everything, right?
A BALANCE between sexy and comfort.
But I was really blindsided when my tugboat captain called a couple nights ago.
Even after twenty-plus years, that hub of mine is continues to be full of surprises.
For those of you who are curious about what a merchant mariner thinks about when he’s out to sea, this conversation is quite revealing.
I figured all the thought about was guy things like distances between ports, how much fuel does it take to get from A to B, knots per hour, weather, towing big stuff and trying not to break a tow line, and what the surf forecast would be when he came home.
So, I almost choked on my wine when he said,
“Hey, we’re tied up at the dock for a while and I walked into town to buy you some presents.”
“YAY! You know how much I love prezzies!”
What did you get? No, dont tell me, surprise me.”
“OK, just give me a hint.”
“Nope, not gonna tell you.”
“But…I went into a shop that had a lot of silky, see-through stuff, and I didn’t get any ‘cos it was too hard to choose, but I think you should go out and buy yourself some SEXY LINGERIE.”
He even said words that have never been spoken by his lips EVER…
He said “baby dolls”.
Baby dolls. I had no idea he even knew what that was.
BUT with the caveat that they need to be classy and of a silky-type material. He’s a detail man, my captain…
I asked him if he wanted La Perla ($$$$$) or Fredericks of Hollywood (stripper pole-ish).
Once I explained the cost of La Perla, he said “somewhere in between”.
This is La Perla $450.00!! NOT GONNA HAPPEN. This is proof that my tugboat man has been away far too long if he thinks my body would look good in something like this.
Not even with all the lights off. NOT EVEN.
I guess the
years decades of sleeping next to a someone wearing Hello Kitty pajamas has taken its toll, don’t you agree? Aren’t I ADORABLE?Agent Provocateur is something I can do. I think. In the dark. It’s not Hello Kitty, but it’s animal print. It’s the least I can do for my wonderful hub. A sacrifice, but isn’t that what marriage is all about?I’m on a mission, first to see what Victoria’s Secret has to offer before I expand my search to other areas.
In this season of giving, I love to shop for ME.
Life is tough for this tugboat captain’s wife.
Wish me luck!
separated by space and time
but connected through our hearts
just like the spaces between one word to another
or one sentence to another
That’s my secret — or should I say, OUR secret — how we successfully navigate being married to a husband who’s not physically here fifty percent of the year.
Love is timeless
Happy ‘cos my tugboat man’s coming home today! Yay!
A Song for You
“But I’ll love you in a place
Where there’s no space and time
I’ll love you for my life”
Versions of “A Song for You”
Which is your favorite?
I think mine is the original by Leon Russell.
Leon Russell and Friends