Last night I spent several hours at the marina trying to shampoo the white carpet on the boat...again. I’m not sure why I even bother, since it will be brown again in a week, but so far I've refused to give into the reservoir filth and have turned this carpet scouring into a bi-monthly ritual. It's quite an ordeal, you see, to lug the wet/dry vac all the way down to our slip at the end of the pier, scrub the entire 21'x8' expanse of carpet with a brush, spray it off with the hose then vacuum up all the excess water to prevent souring. On top of that, we usually take it out to “dry” after washing so the sun can soak up the moisture the wet-vac did not, but last night it was too late. So, as an alternative, dear husband decided to leave the cover off to aid with the drying process. Usually we are religious about keeping the boat covered, even in our covered slip. But I was tired last night after a weekend of fun wedding festivities (more on that later) and decided to let it slide.
At 1:30 am this morning I awakened to what sounded like thunder in the distance. I listened for several minutes, hoping it wasn’t so, and eventually made my way from the bed to the window to check the sky. I didn’t see any clouds or lighting, but was sure I’d just heard thunder. At this point Jeff was stirring, so I (ever so sweetly) laid it out for him. “I just heard thunder, I’m going to cover the boat.”
Groggy Jeff: “Do you want me to come with you…..I”ll come with you if you want me to.”
Really sweet Courtney: “Well obviously I would like for you to come with me, since you were the one that left the cover off, and I’d rather not visit the marina at 1:30 am by myself, but I’m going regardless whether you come or not.”
By this time I’d already thrown on my shorts and shoes and was headed outside. I stood in the driveway for several minutes waiting for Jeff, which was enough time to assess that there was not a cloud in the sky, nor a clap of thunder to be heard. Oh well, we were already dressed and up, might as well see it through. We trudget down to our slip and covered the boat in less than 10 minutes (thankfully no one called the cops on us), pulled back into the driveway under a very clear and storm free sky and fell back into bed. And this is what I fell asleep to:
“I’m sure glad we got the boat covered before that huge storm hit.”
“Do you think we need to go get the trailer too and pull it (the boat) in, just in case?”
“I can’t believe you let the dogs out in this rain, you’re so cruel.”
“I know you hate me crunching on ice like this when you’re trying to go to sleep, but I’m trying to stay awake so I can be ready for the storm.”
“Maybe we should sleep in the bathtub tonight..I think it’s going to be a bad one.”
And again this morning
Jeff: “How do you feel this morning?”
Courtney: “I’m pretty tired, I didn’t sleep well.”
Jeff “Me either. But at least we kept the boat from getting rained on.”
Isn’t my husband hilarious:)
I’m not complaining though, I realize a good ribbing was the least I deserved after rudely awakening him from his peaceful slumber to fortify the boat against an imaginary storm.
It hasn't always been easy...
but so worth the effort.
And after 5 moves, 2 apartments, 2 houses, 2 dogs, 1 cat
