Most boaters, and all of us boaters in Tennessee, know that when the leaves begin to turn orange, red, and gold, it’s time to think about winterizing the boat for the year (unless you are a livaboard, you lucky dog!). I’m no expert on winterizing, I leave that to the Captain and I’m sure he’d prefer it stay that way. One of those special times that I totally keep my nose out of his business and let him do it his way. : ) —gee, am I really that bad??
So, as you can guess, me writing this little post in February, our Barefootin’ has been winterized now since around Thanksgiving. Clint has gone to visit her on occasion, make sure the electric is working, she’s still afloat, to sweep a few leaves off her bow, you get the gist. Me, I haven’t seen her in months. And, for months, I can honestly say that I haven’t missed her, until this past week.
This past week suddenly had me pondering her, the sunshine and the wind blowing and forming my hair into webs of tangles. I realized how I missed the trips to fun eating spots, the parks with long walking paths, swimming and splashing with Clint and the dogs. And, then the pain of realizing that everything about our boating changed last autumn, right before Clint winterized our sweet boat.
…the Super Bowl is beginning…tomorrow I will explain my boating heartache.