Water, Water Everywhere

 I got this note this past week - "The row was fabulous - even temperatures, a high tide, sunshine and smooth water.  We picked up Terese at the Seaport dock.  She had been stuck in traffic.  Leslie, the coxswain did a superior job, including docking us when we picked up Terese.  Tea was, as usual, a wonderful conglomeration of goodies! Somehow food eaten on the water always acquires an especially wonderful flavor.  As we were rowing, someone commented, “water, water, everywhere and not a drop to drink” (I think it was Dorothy).  This led to wondering where that saying originated.  Janet S looked it up and discovered it was from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.  Janet read us the section that contained the water, water everywhere piece, which all enjoyed.  This led to talk of how nice it was to listen to seagoing writings while in the Vérité.  Janet offered to provide a new reading at the next row.  We sent good vibes to Voski for her upcoming surgery and healing as we floated under our bridge.  All in all, it was another amazing day on the water."
and then there was the picture of Janet with the water in the background and the figs on the plate...

 

Honestly, it is a bit like rubbing salt in a wound. Here I am at home nursing a sore shoulder and they are having figs on a platter while perched on the Salish Sea musing on seafaring words all carefree and chipper. We should all be jealous -every last human on earth. As for me I will imagine I am there - bobbing with the waves. I will have a sliced fig perched in my fingers ready to eat. Yum... life can be sweet.