When my tugboat man goes out to sea, communication is limited to email and cell phone, and even that depends upon what part of the world he’s in. Sometimes, there’s no cell at all and I’ll only occasionally receive a call from the vessel’s sat phone. And sometimes the boat’s computer stops functioning and I don’t get email. And that’s when I start to worry.
Since he’s a fairly quick learner after twenty-plus years of training, he tries to call or email at least once a day, the obligatory “I’m still alive” type of thing. Read more about that HERE (if you don’t call, I think you’re dead, and that’s why I’m getting a pair of Loubies)
Every so often I attempt to spice things up and venture beyond the boring…here’s a verbatim transcript of pretty much every call,
“Hi, honey, what’s up? How are you today, did anything break down, is the car OK, anything come in the mail for me, anything I need to deal with, what’s the surf like, and oh, by the way, I miss you.”
it’s a definite struggle to maintain that thread of mystery and personality in a three-minute call or a few words tapped in black on a sterile white background.
A lot of the time, one or both of us’ll say, “I got nothing else” and the other will say “I got nothing, too” and then my tugboat man’ll end with “Lock and load” which is our secret code for “don’t forget to turn the security alarm on before you go to bed.” always ending with “Love you” and “Love you, too”
So far, this this time he’s been away for about thirty days — he’ll HOPEFULLY be home before Thanksgiving, which totally sucks ‘cos I thought he was gonna be home by Halloween. Nature of the biz and all that.
To try to inject a little fun into our convo yesterday when he called, I asked him if he was sitting down ‘cos I had something really serious and important to tell him:
“You might want to sit down ‘cos I gotta tell you something that might shock you and I don’t want you to faint.”
(It was a total set-up.)
He gets this super cute, super serious tone in his voice,
“What is it. Is everything OK?”
And then I hit him with the shocker:
“I washed the car today”
Maybe y’all don’t get how earth shattering that news is, but you have to trust me that it could cause hub’s heart rate to skyrocket and blood pressure to explode.
I don’t like to spend the $$$ or the time to take it to a car wash and I don’t EVER wash it — I mean EVER — but there I was in the driveway with a bucket of soapy water and a hose.
With neighbors watching in case hub needed witnesses to this miraculous event.
He laughed so hard it was totally worth it to wash that stupid car.
And then there was more.
“Are you sitting down?”
“For reals? Where are you?”
“In the wheelhouse, but we’re tied up at the dock right now.”
“‘Cos there’s more.”
“I went to a gas station and filled the tank with gas.”
“Oh. My. Gawd. Stop the presses. Was it running on fumes? Had you depleted the Reserve tank like you usually do?”
“Nope, I had about a quarter tank, but I drove by a gas station with cheap gas, and thought it’d be a good idea to take advantage of it.”
“Shocked, huh? Speechless?”
“I’m more shocked that you actually thought to fill it up before you were stranded and forced to call triple A; that’s the part that’s boggling my mind. But good job! You go, girl! I’m proud of you!”
And that’s how we keep our love alive around here, or in other words, how we torment our husband and have a little gentle fun at his expense.
Just another day in the life of Princess Rosebud and Her Tugboat Man…