Licking the Cream Off My Whiskers

I can't seem to muster up any sense of humour today.  It's not that I'm feeling glum or depressed, it's actually quite the opposite - I'm feeling very happy - just not in an excited tale-wagging-puppy kind of way.  I'm more like the cat licking cream off her whiskers.  I'm content and mellow.  Satisfied.

I had a wonderful weekend.  Dan and I spent Saturday afternoon on the water, sailing.  Being a few hundred kilometres from the outer edge of Hurricane Irene, we avoided the storm and rain but enjoyed a brisk wind that made sailing a thrill.

After a BBQ dinner on the decks at the yacht club, we sat on the sand dunes and watched the sun set over the water and the sky turn from orange to purple to an inky velvet speckled with stars.

Our lighthouse-styled club house beckoned us back with the warm lights of it's interior.  Inside, some fellow sailors were gathered and the rum was flowing, the tall tales enthralling, and the laughs plentiful.  But the first race of the Fall season was the next morning, so we had to eventually call it an evening and climb aboard our boat for the night.

Source:  Graham Males gbyc.ca

By that time, the wind had worked itself up into a frenzy and a storm surge was pushing the water up the river, making our little boat rock and roll on it's moorings.  Fenders squeaked as they rubbed against the pilings, the lines creaked as they were pulled taut, and the halyards tinged as they slapped against the mast.  But when lying in our berth, the sensation is like being rocked to sleep and we were out like a light.

We awoke Sunday to another sunny, windy day.  We began with coffee and breakfast at the Sunbaked Cafe and Bakery.  We sat on their outdoor patio and watched the tourists wander in and out of stores as they made their way toward the beach.

Back at the Yacht Club, we discovered the race had been cancelled due to the high waves which made it impossible to get out of the channel.  It was not a good day for boaters, but the surfers were loving it.

In no hurry to return home to laundry and yard work, we lazed about our boat for a bit, took a long stroll along the beach, and ended up playing in the surf.  It was delicious - like hot apple crisp with vanilla ice cream.  Try to imagine a cool gusty wind with warm bubbly waves.  I was loving it.

Exiting the water meant a quick dash across the sand to our towels which we wrapped snugly around our goose-bumped selves.  Over the dunes, out of the wind, and into the warmth we went.  Up River Road to the yacht club, sand hosed off our feet, wet clothes and towels hung over the boom on our boat, then down below for a lazy nap.

But weekends always end and Monday morning arrives.  Yet here I am, still licking the cream off my whiskers.  Life is good.




For my treat today, I'm sharing with you my VERY favourite song off my Sailing Playlist - "When the Ship Comes In" by Bob Dylan.  Enjoy!
 

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