2011-08-29

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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25 comments:

  1. Les BotcharAugust 29, 2011

    I don't know what I am going to do....your sailing blogs have me completely looking forward to when the kids are older and my husband and I could enjoy this kind of like. except, he wants an RV. sure if I show him these pics, I can win him over to my side!

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  2. bodaciousboomerAugust 29, 2011

    Were Mr. and Mrs. Thurston Howell III there too this weekend?

    I've never known anyone who belonged to a yacht club before. I feel special- almost. Glad you had a great weekend kiddo.

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  3. You know, I actually cringed when I read your comment as I am the least pretentious person you could meet. I've become so accustomed to using the term "Yacht Club" that I'd forgotten that it carries an aura of snobby elitism, which isn't the case at all. It's just a group of regular, down-to-earth people who enjoy sailing - without a Mr or Mrs. Thurston Howell in the bunch. Although I can't guarantee there's not a pirate or two in the mix!

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  4. I just came from your blog, and I understand your husband was chasing after a sail boat just the other day!

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  5. bodaciousboomerAugust 29, 2011

    Did I sound like a super beyotch? Didn't mean to young one. It just sounded funny to me.

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  6. Don't worry - you've given me a great idea for a costume party!

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  7. What an absolutely idyllic weekend . . . I'd be licking cream off my chops for a month! Those pictures are breathtaking. Reeeeeally makes me miss the water.

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  8. Write a book, please. I would read it over and over again. I love your style, your descriptive words, your calming effect. Lovely writer.

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  9. Sounds good to me! And great photos as well. If you didn't have to go back to work, then you wouldn't appreciate the weekends. And you probably wouldn't be able to afford them either.....

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  10. We had a bunch of idiots...I mean surfers, in the water too! LOL

    Such a beautifully written post! And who doesn't LOVE Bob Dylan?!

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  11. Now that's what I call a great weekend! Sigh.

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  12. AlpenwasserAugust 30, 2011

    Great pictures! Enjoy!

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  13. I love the image of the cat licking cream off her whiskers contrasted with the wiggly waggly puppy. Great!

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  14. These photos were taken on the Great Lakes. It's not like being on the ocean, but we still enjoy it.

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  15. Really?! Gee...thanks! And right back at you, Nicki! I'm always delighted by the warmth and humour of your writing style.

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  16. Contentment and mellowness are often blocks for my humor as well, the bitchier the better it seems! But, then, I'm deeply shallow.

    UP

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  17. I think I saw those idiots on CNN! These surfers were on the Great Lakes, safely out of reach of the hurricane.

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  18. I only wish they could all be like that...

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  19. I know just what you mean. Too many weekends like the past one, and my blog may be in jeopardy of turning into something sappy and sentimental!

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  20. Wow, this sounds like paradise! So glad you had such a nice weekend. The photos are fantastic. And, I love the song too!

    Have to say I love the title too, when I saw that in my reader it caught my attention at once. My cat always seems the most content when he is licking something yummy off his whiskers. :)

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  21. Mellow is good :) Especially a mellow cat....

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  22. I'm getting mellow just reading this! Delicious....

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  23. This sounds like heaven! I mean, when you die where is there to go after this?! Beautiful photos - your writing took me away - and of course, love Dylan.

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  24. Heavenly! Thanks for sharing your weekend with us. *Purrs* :)

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