The Roller Coaster Life of a Professional Mariner’s Wife

The sea is calling

We’re in the parking lot at Trader Joe’s — collect the re-usable bags from the back seat — to replenish the empty pantry after our vacation.

A cell phone rings.

“Is that your phone or mine?”

“It’s mine. [He looks at the screen] It’s work.”

“What is it, do they have ESP? How did they know you were back home?”

“I’ll meet you in the store when I’m finished with the call.”

[A few minutes later in the yogurt section]

“They want to know if I’m available to pick up a newly built tug from a shipyard and take it through the Panama Canal.”

“Uh oh. Are you SERIOUS? When?”

“Day after tomorrow.”

“WHAT?? Crap. For how long?”

“Altogether, about two months.”

“But we just got home!  You’re not supposed to leave for two more weeks. That’s not fair.”

“I know, it sucks.”

[He doesn’t look too sad.]

“Hey, you’re not fooling me. Don’t act like you’re not excited to drive a brand new boat. It’s like a new car, all shiny and clean, right?”

“Well, I have to admit it does sound exciting, but I’m not happy to go. I’m never happy to leave.”

“Fine. I guess we better start getting you ready. We only have one more day together.”

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Only fish in the seaSIGH…the plan is to keep busy by downloading and organizing pics and video of our trip — we shot video of the most intense thunderstorm either of us have ever experienced — and trying to read my journal’s scribbles. Home before Thanksgiving, fingers crossed…

Anchor Heart