August 12th we
meet her hubby a little later; claims that he is really a sail boater disguised
as a person forced to drive a 50 ft. Ocean Alexander (could have fooled
me). He did say that his wife likes it
as it is a sea going condo. He is a good
looking chap sporting a white beard like me.
He has grown up on the water in the Islands outside of Seattle, and they
had just been over at Jennis Bay and were entertained by the roving north musician.
The musician travels the Broughtons selling of his music in the form of CDs.
The one that we enjoy is called Susua Sunset.
We chatter about the song “Moving
through the chairs “(executive) of a yacht club and the song hits you
square in the funny bone. He mentions
that he is on the executive of a yacht club and was thinking about moving up
the chairs. The admiral is dissuading him;
I tell him that he should go FOR IT.
(There is no way that he should get off Scott free). It’s like when you get Married
(for the first time) you just have to bring your (happy being single) friends
in to the quagmire.
ANY way it turns out that he was very
involved in the popular boat sales magazine that we all like to read. He now has a marine insurance business. He
has been around boats all his life. I
really liked his white beard. We have
some other thing in common IRISH WHISKEY he promises to bring me a wee dram of
his poison when he walks the dog this evening.
I have had a LLLONG day and retire early and miss the RED BREAST, just
as well.
WE HAVE NEVER FAILED TO SEE OR HEAR
SOMETHING WOUNDERFUL WHEN HERE IN THIS BAY.
Chevy is not like our old black lab that would smell
whales from miles away and point and woof in their direction. There was never a failure in him not sighting
them and I believe the whales enjoyed his woofing and yipping with enthusiasm.
They often frolicked for him. They seem to gravitate to him as they were on
same mental plateau. Now Chevy is a dog
of the same color but she has established the skill of bear sighting, not
whales. Because we are frequently
cruising the shore hoping to spot a bear in the wild if she spies one for us
she quietly murffs. Penny and I were
occupied in the boat and there is some quiet murfing coming from her nibs from
the side deck. We peer out and there
right beside the boat is a bear swimming to our shore (probably moving into
Penny’s Black Berry patch. COOL!
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