Sandra’s Miscellany

Exciting week this week.

On one evening, a neighbor knocked on the boat to inform me that Dash had gone into the water. This is the fourth time the poor dear has gone in since we adopted her in March, so she’s going in about once every six weeks. Doesn’t bode well for her well-being or my nerves….

But then early Wednesday morning around four o’clock I was awakened by what I was sure were Dot and Dash wrestling on the aft deck. Due to Dash’s propensity for throwing herself headlong into the water, we keep the cats in at night, but that didn’t mean we hadn’t inadvertently left a window open somewhere. But when I got up, both girls were sitting in the salon, riveted to the window. I poked my head out the sliding door and the racket started up again, and it sounded like it was right over my head. Not wanting a dying cormorant to flop down onto my noggin, I hurriedly backed in and shut the door. It took me a minute to gather my nerve — and a flashlight — and have another look. When I shot the light down the side deck, there flopped a good foot-and-a-half fish that had leaped about four feet in the air and managed to hit the five-inch opening between the coaming and the canvas that decorates our stanchions.

GOAL!

So I stepped out in my Victoria’s Secret sleepwear, settled my glasses more firmly on my nose, snagged the unknown fish and chucked it over the side.

It’s gotta be more good karma, huh?

Dash in, fish out. There is order to the universe….