We are finally out on the boat. After a visit with the cardiac surgeon, C. can now drive and do normal stuff except lift heavy things. I am more than willing to do the heavy lifting. And her dad is home and doing well. Things are peaceful there for the moment.
I cannot tell you how great it felt to get underway and have a dinner of King crab, salad baked sweet potato last night. We watched the sun go down while walking on the beach. Two more sail boats showed up to anchor, and we know the owners. The boat community is close and we all watch out for each other. Just like we do on here in virtual space and in our respective recovery programs.
We watched a movie, Restrepo, last night about troops in Afghanistan. After seeing this we looked at each other and said "What the hell are we doing there?". We shoot the villagers' cow, offer them $5 to give up the Taliban, blow up a hut hanging on the side of a mountain, kill some civilians and then tell the elders that they should believe it when told that things will be different now. Watch this if you haven't seen it and draw your own conclusion.
I slept the best that I have in weeks. There was hardly any wind so the hatches were open and the waves were gently slapping against the hull. I never woke until 7:30. I needed peaceful sleep without tossing and turning.
This morning I fixed breakfast. My love is smiling and feeling giddy. We danced a bit to the stereo hugging each other. Shortly I will row the old Labrador and C. to shore. Life is good today. We have seen through the turmoil of the last few weeks and come out okay. I am really grateful for this day.