Non-swimmer, prepared for opportunity – please throw me a line.
Pursuing damsels in castles, when crossing a moat, best take a boat …
Variations on themes, I’m often thrown a line: no thanks, not interested and, thanks for asking (or they’ve already got their catch). Most don’t seek money, just asking for change.
Do I deserve once more, to have a dream-boat in my life-boat? Had two. Love and partnership. Both ex-wives. Two near–Mrs. Two near misses …
Have two. Two daughters, two grandchildren – they have their own boats afloat.
Happiest people I’ve met have someone aboard. Mostly couples. Many singles rationalizing “I’m fine” doesn’t make it so (any more than it does for the coupled). Aren’t fine, we’re alone, making best of our solitary situations.
Wherever we sail alone, we are one vessel. One cargo.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 2C/36F, overcast, breezy – fantastic feeling, Gusta’s shaggy coat gathering dry junk in the tall grass (she’s going to get groomed when she’s at the kennel this weekend), traffic humming now but our street is empty …