I gave myself the afternoon off. It was a week ago that I lost my dear Gunther and with the golf tournament over, volunteer work at the Chamber is slow. I have worked six days a week for many months now and my kayak was beckoning from the rafters in the garage.
The morning was in round two of the ‘very important’ job interview. As I write this I don’t have a confirmed outcome but I am feeling cautiously confident about the opportunity. Once the stress of that meeting was over I decided to just check out from life for an hour or two.
Putting the kayak on top of the car has limited my excursions. In the past, when I had a truck, it was merely the effort of tossing a boat in the back, attaching a bungee cord for extra care and driving to my destination. Loading ‘Limonotta’ on the roof is a bit more daunting. This boat was chosen specifically for its size and weight. I should have no trouble hefting it onto the racks. Though it may be a display of awkwardness, I do manage to get it on the roof racks without knocking off my side mirror. No one ever offers to help, so that tells me I either look like a disaster you should run from, or I look competent.
I chose Dublin Lake for my sojourn. It is a short drive, easy parking along the road and has a good boat launch. As it was a weekday, there were few others using the launch. I set out drifting with the wind, letting it push me to the middle of the lake. The sky was that unbelievable blue of an August afternoon.
Every lake and pond has a pubic boat launch, even in this very tony neighborhood with its mansions and picturesque boat houses. Dublin Lake was originally a summer colony for folks escaping the summer city heat in the late 19th and early 20th century. Many of the mansions that sit on the foothills of Mt. Monadnock were built as summer residences in the Victorian Shingle Style. In fact there are 45 historic and architecturally important homes on the lake.
I was just have fun floating and gazing at their splendor, day dreaming about sitting on the lake shore in a fancy boat house that rivals normal people’s homes.
I am in waiting-mode, no news is good news, right? This is either going to be sheer hell or I will go with the flow.
Therapeutic Misadventures 
Looks like it was a lovely day for a paddle. I think if I lived in one of those “summer homes” I would spend all my time on the deck of the boat house when I wasn’t on the water. I’m glad you had a chance to slow down a bit, keeping my fingers crossed for good news.
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Thanks Laura. I could happily inhabit one of this boat houses!
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Best of luck. Waiting is so very tough.
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Thank you Susan. The wait is tough but necessary in life.
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No better way to relax than ‘floating and gazing’ while you await news. Positive thoughts…
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Thank you Annie. There is no better place for me to think than on the water.
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Martha, so sorry to hear about Gunther. You two certainly had a special relationship. I’m excited to hear about the “important interview” … and I know how excruciating it is to wait for news. You’ve got the right idea – paddling always calms the nerves. Best of luck, Terri
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Thanks Terri and James.
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Sounds like you had a case of house envy. I always get that walking along the river here and seeing all the houses with gardens on the banks.
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Ok, so now I e officially caught up and I just read your next post. One word came to mind. In fact I actually said it out loud. NOOOO! What am I going to do without your blog to read?
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Being out on the water often helps things get back in balance – probably some long lost instinct.
It’s wise to notice life taking shifts and to take time to evaluate/reconsider.
Have always enjoyed visiting with you. May the winds of change help you sort and sift to calm harbour with puddles of sunny joy.
(I’m treading water, too, with my blog. Not all blogs are by serious writers – there’s lots of fluff, and drama words, too. But any neighborhood gets crowded and loud and you can feel out of step. You’re on your way – life is out there – there will be plenty of time to write and sit still in front of screen later – now is the time to find the stories that will be told. Bon voyage!)
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Thank you Phil, you leave me speechless…
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Sorry to see you go from the blogging sphere…you write so eloquently and I have enjoyed reading you. Enjoy life, much happiness to you.
Hope to still read you via comments on:
http://www.greenglobaltrek.com
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