The day got away from me, which accounts for my doing my morning walk at eight o’clock tonight. I almost didn’t go at all, but I knew tomorrow would get away from me too; so I forced myself out the door and down the road along the river.
About half way, I noticed a man standing in the river with the water barely reaching his knees. He stared at a small motor boat that seemed to be grounded in the very same shallow spot where he stood. I watched as he walked around his humble boat and then tried to push it out of whatever muck had caught his motor. When that didn’t work, he finally managed to tip the motor out of the water so that it was horizontal. (You can see I know nothing about boat terminology.) The last I saw, the man had tied a rope to the back end of his craft and was walking down river pulling it behind him. He looked quite dejected.
I have no idea where he put in or how he was going to get home. I saw another boat slowly moving toward him, so I figured I didn’t need to stick around. But I was amused by the scene, probably more than he was.
I doubt he reads my blog, but if he does this message is for him: I smiled at your predicament because I have my own water woes right now. I have a leak in my basement that currently gives me more water than I’d like. I have a septic system with chronic problems which also leaves more water than I’d like. So if I could have shared some of my excess H2O with you, I would have done so gladly.
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