Ive barely eaten or slept for the last 3 days. Getting Sookie launched and ready for a guest has taken its toll. I tied up the boat sat on the dock with a cold beer and toasted to my long lost friend, she should be here but in spirit she is everywhere. It hit me like a ton of bricks but came and went in a flash. The clouds opened up as bottles clunked, bitter sweet. It’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved.
The ravages of winter have taken their toll but I’m happy to be in my home port to clean up the mess, she already is the sharpest boat in the harbor but it will take weeks to get her back to my standards. I’ve taken over the laundry room and shoved all my crap in any locker, I’ve forgotten how the boat is set up, where everything goes, that was never my department so I will have to relearn everything and discover as I go.
Ramen noodles hot and spicy have never tasted so good. Sleep with new sheets from the free store and and big brown all warm and fuzzy will be deep tonight as I dream of tomorrow a very special day in my life. A visitor has flown half way around the world for dinner and a night aboard Sookie, all the way from India and no she isn’t a mail order bride. I’ve already said too much…
“I told you. You don’t love someone because of their looks or their clothes or their car. You love them because they sing a song only your heart can understand.”
― L.J. Smith