The Anecdotal Life Part. 44

On one occasion when I went to town "up north" in Michigan, I paused to read a sign on the door of a business that sold supplies to fisherman. It gave the store's hours. " 11:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. ( sometimes earlier, sometimes later... mostly later.) I envied the store owner and loved the sign. Well, my blog has begun to look a little like that. I began by blogging twice a week. Then the boating season began. Well you can't blame a girl for slowing down a little on her writing then can you? Then four courses began about boating. Very understandable if one slowed down. Then Christmas. etc, etc. So I guess this is a once a week blog occurring either Wednesday or Thursday.
This week has been a nuthouse of family obligations and upsets. An entire apartment house burned down just a street or two away. My cat was horribly sick and I had to wash all the rugs. But in the middle of the week I had a dream about my boat. I dreamt I was on my boat and going over some very low water, so low that it eventually meant I was plowing through mud. It didn't seem that I could make it through, but my boat never faltered and kept going steadily forward, breaking through to clear dark water and then suddenly, I was safe at a dock. A man with a hat sat with his back to me working on the boat. Near him was a musical instrument. I wasn't sure who he was, but I knew he was a friend and being helpful. That dream has given me solace every time I think of it. Next week's journey home to Michigan is going to be tough, but my son has generously given me his Delta frantic flyer minutes for the ticket and my oldest sister, Diane, will meet me so that we can visit my second oldest sister, Ann, together. Sounds like "A Long Day's Journey Into Night"when I think about it.
Copyright: December 14, 2006