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Thursday, November 16, 2006
Tossed Aside

I'm sitting on the ferry--but then you knew that. . . .

We're pulled into our last stop before the mainland, the engines are just winding up to slide us out of the slip. I've been working on my checking account to see if I actually have any money to spend once I get to the bright lights and big smoke. The wind is calm and it hasn't rained. . .yet. . .this morning. Very like a grey day in the Lakes if that means anything to you.

I've deleted 2456 spam emails from my laptop email accounts already this morning while I sit here. I've found out ways to forward the good ones to my desktop, leaving the laptop to only collect the junky ones, just in case there is something which slips through. The only trouble is I have only been using the laptop lately when I go to the mainland so it take 30-45 minutes to delete all the garbage. Very annoying.

So, I'm sat here and we're pulling out. I'm zoned out on the screen, typing the words, "I'm sitting on the ferry--but then you knew that. . . ." when I get hit in the cheek by something hot, then warm. I'm thinking someone splashed hot coffee in my direction, but its not wet. My headphones are on to drown out the humm, buzz and chatttttter of the crowded ferry so I'm only hearing, "drink this baby, it's atomic soda. . . ." and am not very aware anyway at 7:45am in my twilight jobless existence. But I do realize I haven't been hit with hot liquid. I look over to see who or what has seared my cheek to be blinded by a slim ray of hunter, safety orange sunshine cutting through the rim of the land and sky, over the hills and down on to the the water, bisecting the very place where I am sitting on the ferry.

It's almost pleasant. Almost like its worth leaving dogs, chickens, livestock, children, comfort and sloth behind for a dizzying day of buying animal feed, groceries and fuel. The kicker is, a nice day like this is exactly what I need at home to clean up after yesterday's destruction. But the freedom I'm feeling after being cooped up during the battering is immense. I wish I had somewhere to go more than just buying supplies. I wish I could drive and drive and drive somewhere and then get out on some lonely mountain top, far from wave and wake and have a foresty picnic amidst the smells of decay. To breath in the crisp piney sap filled air and think of black forest gateau or gummy bears, schnapps and beer spelled bier. But my day is planned for me--a day of driving and speed and pavement. In and out of shops. Probably safer that way.

After so many days held down on the island, beaten into the damp ground by storm after storm I am grateful at very least to escape on this ship. A ship which is not pitching and yawing in the gale but cleanly cutting through the smooth water. Perhaps a case of beer should await me wherever I am shopping.

Update: Didn't get to post this on the mainland this morning--power was out there too. Now, back at home and unloaded and tuckered out. Wind is picking up. . . .

posted by: ChefNeal at November 16, 2006 23:09 | link | comments (1) |
ferries, ferry travel, gales, storms


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#1  14 December 2006 - 13:52
 
nice blog! thanks and merry christmas!

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