Book-club. Sal took our guest who was visiting for the meeting to the other island’s dock when the day was over. As boat was coming in, she shifted to reverse and the boat slowed. She paused a bit to drift and then shifted to forward to nudge in. Nothing. Nada.
The engine was still running but the boat wasn’t moving. Concern. Confusion. But they used the oar to pull themselves in the last couple of feet in to the dock and then do what all women do in a situation like that: Sal and her guest hug goodbye and then Sal helps her to carry her stuff up the hill. Lots of good-natured chatting that the previous 24 hours (she stayed overnight with us) didn’t allow enough time for. Lots of smiles, promises to write, reminders of other things and a few ‘be carefuls’. More hugs.
There may have even been a few, “Hey! Look! A squirrel!” s but Sal is not admitting to anything.
But at least Sal cut that goodbye ritual relatively short, thank God. “L is coming to the dock with more passengers, I have to go. I may be able to catch a tow with her. Bye!”
But, too late. L had come, disgorged passengers and gone by the time Sal made it back from the upper parking lot. One of the second group of passengers waited with Sal. They called me. I got Sal’s little skateboard of a boat and went over. They had a lovely chat during that time and I am sure some squirrels were admired as well.
Still chatting, tho, as I arrived.
But they had also determined the problem and, for reasons unknown, a prop that had been secured about six months ago and used every third day since, somehow managed to break the cotter pin, spin off the castellated nut and kiss the engine goodbye as it made a break for freedom in reverse turns. Down into Davey Jone’s locker.
We towed the boat home with the skateboard.
The nut is extra special in some way. Stainless steel, of course. Castellated of course. 22 mm. Fine metric threading. Different but not platinum, hand-carved or Russian-made out of spent uranium or anything. $50.00.
For a nut!
The reader can interpret that last sentence as the cost of the NUT or – just as valid interpretation to me – the price paid BY the NUT. Either way works for me. As I paid for the nut with my credit card, I was stunned dumb. I didn’t even ask why it was so expensive….I didn’t want to hear more stupid BS from yet another source.
There seems to be a virtual tsunami of BS rolling over all of us these days and, for a moment, my will to live was weakened and I simply could not muster even a protest.
We’ll fix it in due course (when the nut comes to the nut). “So, how was bookclub? Fun?”
“Oh yeah! Really good. About 18 people I think. Even saw a squirrel!”