Adrift

Relaxed

Relaxed

I can hear the water as it tickles the bottom of the boat; a comforting sound.  The sky is a bright blue with snippets of white puffy clouds and the sun is hovering around its 4 pm eastern position on this lovely day.

My book is splayed open in my right hand for ease in reading and the beach towel rolled up at the end of the boat seat provides an agreeable resting place for my head.  The late hour of the day allows me to lounge on the metal seat without burning my legs.

Floating aimlessly behind my house, I can hear faint sounds of my younger brother and sister playing with our German Shepard, Yahtzee.

I am 13 and I am in my favorite place, doing my favorite thing in peace and relative quiet.  Adrift and loving it.

Adrift

Weekly Photo Challenge: Split Second Story

It was a warm, sunshine kissed day in south Florida and I was especially happy as I was surrounded by my children and my granddaughter.  I snapped this photo when my husband had waded out to get something from the boat.  My granddaughter couldn’t decide what she thought about that.  She wanted Papa to come back to shore with the rest of us.

Don't leave me!

Don’t leave me!

Weekly Photo Challenge

A day on the boat

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Boating out on waves of blue

Sun shines brightly over you

Clouds are wafting slowly by

Alone, just my man and I

We find the hole he thinks is hot

Kill the engine and pick our spot

Throw the line in, wait a bit

Feel the tug, feel the hit

Set the hook and reel it in

Bait it, throw it out again

Fishing with my love is fun

Plenty to eat when the day is done

Freeloaders

I wanted to share this with you because I find so much happiness in watching it. My husband is a fishing guide and every day when he comes in, he has some friends that hang around waiting for handouts. They seem to know when he is coming before I do and stay right with him until they get some dinner. I hope you enjoy!

This old guy begins to wait patiently for my husband to come in from fishing

This old guy begins to wait patiently for my husband to come in from fishing

I think he heard the boat coming before I did

I think he heard the boat coming before I did

About the time I can hear it coming, he takes off in flight towards it

About the time I can hear it coming, he takes off in flight towards it

soaring along, food on his mind

soaring along, food on his mind

He finds the boat and paddles along behind it all the way in

He finds the boat and paddles along behind it all the way in

Now he is joined by a friend

Now he is joined by a friend

and then there were three, eagerly awaiting their dinner

and then there were three, eagerly awaiting their dinner

Kerplunk

Me, long before the nickname kerplunk

Me, long before the nickname kerplunk

 

The smell of the low tide on the way home tonight brought back more childhood memories.  You know how you can be somewhere and just get a whiff of something and it can take you back to a specific time in your life?

My dad was a commercial fisherman and stone crabber and we were out on the water a lot growing up.  It’s hard to remember exactly how old I was, but I think I was around 10 or 11 and I must have been going through a gawky, clumsy stage.  One year my dad gave me the nickname “kerplunk”.  It wasn’t one of those nicknames that last you for the rest of your life (thank goodness!)  It was a nickname for a season.  And let me tell you, that particular season, I earned it.

It seemed that we couldn’t be in the boat or actually anywhere near a body of water without me falling in. “Kerplunk”, he would say.   I was thinking today that maybe the fact that dad started calling me that made me fall in even more, since our words hold such power.

I remember one time he was fishing and there was a large cooler in the boat and at the time the lid was halfway off.  I was precariously perched on the edge of it and before I knew it, I was overboard and trying to get back in the boat.  “Kerplunk”.  Another time, my dad was stopped near a mangrove tree and had told us all to sit down as he was about to take off.  In all my youthful stupidity, I thought it would be a cool idea to hang on to the mangrove branch as my dad moved forward.

The next thing I know, I’m hanging from the branch as the boat speeds away.  I thought it was pretty funny until the branch broke.   I screamed and they looked back about the time I found myself going under.  Thankfully, I did know how to swim.  I can still remember how the oyster shells felt when they cut through the tender flesh in the salty water.  My dad gave me a piece of his mind that day for that one, but he had to feel sorry for me at the same time.  I was a pathetic, bawling, dripping mess by the time they picked me up.

Then, it seemed that as quickly as my “kerplunk” incidents began, they just stopped happening.  I guess you could probably say I learned my lesson, started paying more attention instead of trying to merely get attention.  Even though it’s kind of an embarrassing one, it’s a good memory, because I remember all the good times we had out in the boat.  I’ll have to remind my dad about that the next time I see him.

What a life!

What a life!

Got this on a recent boat ride with my hubby in the 10,000 Islands of Everglades National Park; there were 4 of them playing; so much fun to watch!

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