I’m feeling “boat-sick” this week. Not sick of my boat–oh no, not by any means! No- I’m home-sick for my boat! You need to understand that we usually travel to our boat about every 4 or 5 days, usually on a Thursday or Friday evening and spend the entire weekend, leaving late on a Sunday. We do this year-round irrespective of weather. But once in a while life conspires such that we have to stay home. That’s what happened last weekend. It was our son’s 38th birthday and I have always made a family party, complete with barbequed ribs and homemade chocolate cake.
Now I do love my boat, but my love for my son is even stronger. After all, it doesn’t seem that long ago that he was a toddler, then a teenager, and now a grown man with a son of his own. And this grandma thoroughly enjoys her grandson. So it was a marvelous weekend with lots of quality family connection. But come Monday morning I felt a wee bit of envy for those folks who got to spend the weekend on their boat, and each successive day this week, that longing just got greater and greater–and now I have a full-blown case of boat-sickness. The only cure is to leave tomorrow evening as soon as Bryce finishes seeing his patients and travel as fast as the highway patrol will allow (more or less) until we finally get to board our boat and once again be “home”.