It was 9:00 in the morning.
While I was sitting there sipping tea in my usual aprés-sleep sleep, I heard the deep rumble of big engines and I instantly knew that sound. The barge is coming in! Time for diesel, gasoline and propane. Time to chew some fat with the captain and his son. Crack some jokes. Be guys!
And so down to the beach I go. Capt. T and his crew deliver the goods, not a drop spilled. Not a move wasted. We talk, we laugh, they work and they are gone in twenty minutes, maybe less. I’ve taken longer at a self serve gas station. They are very good at what they do and they make it all seem effortless.
“Gotta get going! Wanna get around the southern parts before the weather kicks up again. Top o’ the season to ya! See ya next year!”
And they were gone.
“Waddya wanna do?”
“He’s right. The weather is good. Seas are calm. Maybe we should go up and get some of that lumber for the deck that L has cut for us?”
And so we were gone, too. Up to the community dock, picked up the lumber and headed home all easy-peasy like. When we got home, I slung the 2×6’s up the hill and we got to working on the deck some more. Did enough to feel like it was a good day and then we went in.
Sal is – right now – in the kitchen making Pad Thai Noodles with prawns. The prawns came from L (our lumber guy) and they were fresh delivered. I will go pour her a glass of wine when it is 5:00. Then I’ll feed the dogs.
December 2, 2012. And all is right with my world. 19 days to go til the end of the world according to the Mayans. I hope they are wrong. It really doesn’t get any better than this.