Starry, Starry Night
Just went up on top deck to watch the stars for a moment or two, hoping I could catch the remnants of the Perseids. How completely lovely! I didn’t catch any falling stars, but the simple pleasure was watching the high rippled clouds form and then dissipate. There was a critter splashing about in the river ~ I couldn’t tell what it was. I could feel the motion of the tide that’s imperceptible from inside the salon. It was like being invisible and alone up there.
Then I realized that I won’t ever be alone as long as I’m on my ship. The sense of KJ’s personality and the way I’ve come to love her is very comforting. I think I’m babbling though, so I’ll head off to bed now. I’m just very happy with this water-based existence. I never imagined that I would live on a boat, but I can’t imagine landlubbing it again.
This is a shot from earlier today of Nity in her nest. Yes, she has two bunks, but her preference is to make big piles of blankets and pillows to snuggle down into. She’s got a great escape hatch from her stateroom to the deck and obviously I was up on deck when I took this from above.
The meteor shower is over? AAAHHHGGG…missed it again. Saw a few a few nights back but this damn city is waaay to bright.Last night there was no moon so I should have had a cuppa on the bow.
Call me wierd, but I beleive that all boats have a personality and you either love em or hate em. In bad weather I find myself talking to them, coaxing them over the next wave or through the next imminent wind shift! When on my own I often feel the response that I have just asked for and find myself saying thankyou. Getting to a safe harbour or mooring is always a nice feeling anyway and to know that the boat is working with you, is really something else,