I’ve spent the last hour Googling how to write fart sounds. thbbbb, pffhhhtttt, zchtttt, Pthddddd. None of them can recreate the hilarity of my night with Emily. Smack dab in the middle of cooking dinner I looked over and saw Emily doing the potty dance.
She noticed me noticing her, Oh my god Alan I need the bucket right now its an emergency. The trouble with living aboard while doing the refit thing is that your home is in a constant state of construction. She sat on the bucket and instantly let out a shreek.
Emily, Akk, Alan I just accidentally pooped in the bucket what to I do?
Alan, Go with it.
Emily, In front of you?
Alan, Isn’t it a little late to ask silly questions?
I went back to doing what I was doing while Emily happily sat on her bucket humming her favorite song while having her first pocket cruiser potty training.
We all go about things in this world differently. It didn’t take long to realize Emily had the right stuff. When I did I hit her over the head with a club caveman style and dragged her into my cockpit by her nappy dreadlocks. While neither of us are in any way shape or form perfect we are finding through trial and error that we are pretty damn right for each other. When you live is such a small space as we do you better get pretty good at forgiving the others quirky behaviors. My best advice is to choose your battles wisely. Every day when Emily sets off to work I am curled up in the Saloon writing, as soon as the coast is clear I dive head first into the days projects but always have the boat spotless and put back together so when she returns I’m in the exact spot she left me. For the first time this year we have a real battery on the boat and a second one is on the way.
I have a little ships book and every single request Emily has made has gone into the book, one by one I cross them off the list and as each new addition finds its way into this boat she becomes a little more comfortable. Sookie is like Aladdin’s Lamp. She looks impossibly small from the outside but is quite large and comfy inside, perfect for the three of us. Basking in the warm glow of our incandescent lights Emily seranaded me. The warm tone of her ukulele set the mood while I cooked a huge pot of pasta. Content that all is perfect in the world I looked over at Emily and loved her for loving all of my many imperfections.
I’m selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I’m out of control, and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best. ~Marilyn Monroe