A thin slice of crazy…conversations with my husband

This was a real conversation the captain and I had just before he left on his latest assignment.

“Where’s your Super Glue?”

“What did you break?”

Worth saving, don’t you agree?

“A seashell

“Why don’t you just throw it away?”

“It’s one of my favorites.”

“Who glues seashells, I mean who does that?”

“Why are you giving me a problem about this?”

“Because you have at least a thousand of them that look just like that.”

“Who are you, the seashell police?”

“I mean, really, why glue a broken shell. Who does that?”

“You said that already. You should get some new material. I hear what you’re saying, but I could still use it someday, it came from that dumpster in Nantucket, remember the one that had mounds of scallop shells around it?”

“Oh, right.”

“Yeah and remember it was raining and freezing and I found a plastic bag on the beach and filled it up with shells and wanted to come back with a box and you told me that I had enough and I was bordering the line over to crazy and I said enough was when I had them ALL, and you made me leave, remember?”


He gives me a look.

“Well…if you had let me take as many as I wanted (all of them), I wouldn’t be so attached to this one but you made me leave all of his brothers and sisters behind so I feel obligated to rescue this little guy.”

‘What are you looking like that for? You knew I was like this twenty years ago; it’s not like this is new information. Stop stalling and hand over the glue.”

“Why don’t you use your glue gun?”

“OMG, what is your problem! Cos its not as precise and…geez. why are you giving me such a hard time? Are  you like a prosecuting attorney or something? Maybe you missed your calling; you could quit being a captain and go to law school.”

There’s that look again.

“OK, you are trying my last nerve. Just hand over the glue before you get hurt or you’re not gonna get buckwheat pancakes for breakfast!”

“Here ya go,  just don’t glue your fingers together like you did last time.”

This is what it’s like around here. Do you see why people say we’re like two peas in a pod?

Pretty good repair job, not perfect, but OK.

My favorite seashell


Nantucket (Photo credit: eoringel)

We got this on a trip to Nantucket a couple years ago. After one of the captain’s long assignments, we flew east to visit my son and daughter-in-law. Since neither of us had been to Cape Cod or Nantucket, we all camped for a couple days near Chatham, and then the cap and I planned a ferry to Nantucket, but the weather was terrible and the water was too rough, so the ferry people cancelled all the runs. We had reservations at a B&B and didn’t want to stay in Hyannis and waste the reservation, so we ran to the airport and took an “airplane” (so small, like for eight people) which was kind of dumb ‘cos if the weather was bad enough to make rough seas, the air wasn’t too stable either. I don’t like to fly anyway on the best of days, and this was so scary-windy, rainy, foggy- that I was petrified. I did not enjoy the fifteen-minute or so flight at all, but the pilot was really good and we landed safely. My husband had an injured hand from the vise-like hold I had on it all the way there, but he recovered quickly and we had a neat time there.

I treasure it not only ‘cos it’s a beautiful shade of rose, but because it came from a little shop on the island. The artist creates magnificent (and very expensive) pieces out of seashells. I can’t remember his name, but as we were admiring his creations, he offered me one of the shells, and I was as excited as if it were a four-carat pear-shaped diamond– well not that ecstatic, but you get the picture. I packed it very carefully for the trip home and have cherished it ever since. I don’t know what kind it is, but I don’t have another one like it. I took the pix using the “sugar”technique I learned from reading Seashells by Millhil   I’ve heard of brown sugar being used in photo shoots and around wedding cakes to represent sand, but I love the white sugar idea. It really sets off the details of this jewel from the sea.