There is an old saying about owning a boat. “The happiest days of a man’s life is the day he buys a boat, and the day he sells it.”
My poor husband a living reminder of the truth in that adage. No, he hasn’t sold his boat as yet, but he sure is thinking about it.
If you’ve read my blog you know that I am basically an indoor girl. Especially in the hot and humid Virginia summers. Although I’ve gone out on the boat with him many times, it was never fun. It’s too bumpy to read, and bumps, as you know relocate parts of one’s body to places they should not be.
The scenery starts to look the same as if you’ve already been through that area before. The river water doesn’t smell pleasant and is a greenish hue. So whenever I’d go out on the boat with him, I’d count the minutes till I return. Don’t judge, indoor girl, remember?
Now the first couple of years the boat worked like a charm. Then things went south, way south. First, it didn’t like the gas. Then, parts of the boat started to break. Doo-dads and thingamajigs with odd sounding names were gunked, stuck or just not working. Poor husband spent more time hunched over an open engine in searing heat than getting a tan on the deck.
And last year, first time out, the boat conked out about a mile from shore making this high tech motor boat basically a rowboat.
So he had high hopes this year. He fixed the carburetor; one of many repairs. Still, the little engine that once could, couldn’t.
So more parts came. And still, the boat was basically a land yacht. So as a last resort he checked the gas and it seems the gas just isn’t what it should be. So now he has to remove all the gas and replace it with good gas. And then we will see…
Until such time as this boat becomes sea-worthy again, I will sit in the air conditioning and read my books without getting motion sickness. And I will pray, if only for husband’s sake that it will be ready before the first snowfall.
For Vincent a personalized limerick:
There once was a man from up north
Who wanted his boat to go forth
He hammered and oiled
But alas he was foiled
No sailing to be henceforth