Row, Row, Row Your Boat

I've been thinking... with being so close to the water, if I get this house that I have made the offer on, perhaps it is time to buy myself a wee dory.

Row, row, row your boat,
H'up and down the bay,
Don't stand up and rock the boat,
'Cause that's a big mistake!

I am not a person who has a lot of prowess when it comes to boats but I can paddle a canoe pretty good and I can learn to row a dory.  Now I've seen dories that look like this....

But I think that would be more than I can handle....

I'm looking for something more like this...

I think that if I could find the right boat, I might just be inclined to go for a row up and down the shore a little way or at least around the harbour on a regular basis.

You see the house on which I have made an offer is right next to the shore..... perhaps I can allow myself the luxury of at least showing you all the view without jinxing myself....

Daughter #1 wants to kayak out to the wee island to picnic from time to time. I'm inclined to agree with her that it might be fun to do something like that... thus the idea for the dory.

I have been watching the weather in Newfoundland like any good Newfoundlander would do... I've packed my Great Grandfather's brass barometre and it shall hang in my living room and help me gauge the weather systems... I expect to watch many interesting storms blow up out on those waters. It is important for anyone who uses a boat around the shores of Newfoundland to be aware of the weather... it is so easy to run into problems that are weather related and many a person has had accidents because they were too complacent about the weather.

By the way, can't you see lupins and iris' growing in among the wild grasses in the picture?  I think  it's just lovely.  And I can almost smell the salt air and the briny seaweed that I'm sure abounds... and there will be plenty of fires in a ring of stones... or on a rock, as the case may be down by the shore. I look forward to it, I really do.

At this point anything uplifting is much appreciated so visualizing a home of my own that doesn't have Sir Arsewipe in it is a powerful thing indeed. He comes and goes daily now and is down to the last little bit of work to be done. I expect that he will be finished with the renos by tomorrow. The sad thing is that according to his Facebook status apparently he thinks that he will be able to sit back and relax and enjoy a few days of doing next to nothing but I will not be packing anymore of his crap and so he has to know that the work actually will only have just begun. He will be packing what's out in the shed that belongs to him and he will have to get the JCR and Ranger stuff that has been stored in the shed for the last umpteen years. Suffice it to say that if he expects me to do his stuff too then he is sadly mistaken and if he doesn't do it then I will go in with the help of a few friends and I will throw the whole lot of it in a pile in the yard and after pouring some gasoline on it I will light a match and that will be that. Problem solved.

We barely tolerate each other now... and since I have found out all the dirty stuff that I have found out, I can't bear to have him brush up against me.... I feel absolutely soiled when that happens.  Two nights ago Sir Arsewipe's mother called... I didn't get the call at the time because I was making my now famous fish chowder in the kitchen but she did leave a message on my phone.  When I heard her voice... it was so full of anguish... it really broke my heart all over again. The problem with divorce is that it doesn't just affect the wife and children but all the extended family too. My parents are so completely horrified by all of this... my poor mom, who thought the sun shone on her son in law and continually talks about how he stayed behind in the parking lot of the church on Christmas eve to make sure that she got her van started and got home alright and how he would come at a moment's notice to help with her computer and how he would shovel the driveway for them... and all the while he was bearing resentment in his heart.... I know that because sometimes it would come out with me and while he tried to make a joke of it with me I realize now that that resentment went far deeper and he was doing those things out of obligation and not willingness. Then Dad is horrified to know that Sir Arsewipe was being cruel about his illness behind our backs... illness is not something you can control and you take help when you need from whatever factor as you need it because you have no other choice... but I think if Dad had known how much Sir Arsewipe was resentful of having to lift Dad and help him when he was really sick last winter, I think he would have never allowed it... Mom is reeling in shock but Dad bears a bitter hatred in his heart toward the man who so thoroughly let me, and indeed all of us, down and lied and cheated so completely.  So I know that his mom is hurting too... how can you not hurt when you see someone you love being so destructive.

Anyway our moving date is looming closer and closer and the need to pack and work continues and so we must tolerate each other for a while yet.... I will be so glad when it is all over and I can put this place, this person, this life behind and see the rocky shores for which I long. A balm to my soul, and hopefully a place of peace I am hoping that this community by the shore will become for me.

And so I plan ahead.  I look at paint colours and I look at types of flooring and I look at boats and I think about flowers and trees I can plant... and I plan and I hope and I pray....  and I thank God today for a good imagination.