The Life of a Tugboat Captain’s Wife

This is so me when I heard he’s going to be helicoptered in to a remote offshore location…

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When he’s home, like he’s been for about a month, I can totally erase from my mind the fact that he’ll have to leave –a little amnesia — and when “the call” comes in, I get all cranky and whiny, because it’s time for the fun to end and my other life as a single woman starts all over again.

It’s another critical situation and so far away only a helicopter will be able to approach — and then what? Land on a boat? In the water? Will he be dropped down a rope? Loaded in a basket?

He isn’t here right now as he’s a a United States Coast Guard class for licensing maintenance (at least it’s local) but when he comes home, I will definitely get the answers to my questions, not that any of them will make me feel great, but at least I’ll know what to expect.

All I know for sure is that whatever it is,  it’s dangerous.

And I’d rather have him here, at home, with me.

But he has to go, and like he says, the sooner he goes, the sooner he’ll be home.

Or something like that.

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3 thoughts on “The Life of a Tugboat Captain’s Wife

  1. My favorite stories. Well…you know what I mean. Relatable. 🙂 My thoughts exactly too! James is “at school” too, btw. & what I say to him as well!! Sooner you leave, the sooner you can come back. Then I stalk on Vessel Finder and print out a map from Google and figure out where he is on the ocean daily (hourly). We love our MMs!!! Thinking of you! Keep us posted!

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