We finally got this guy on a boat last night. Not the Kosco, the Penzella. Friday morning, Aaron found a sign on the Kosco's door announcing a departure of noon on Saturday. But when he drove down to the wharf Saturday morning to double check, he discovered that the Kosco wasn't leaving until Tuesday night. Thankfully, he found a new-to-us ship, the Penzella, planning to go out to the Russells on Saturday night. So, Mr. Flexible changed the program.
The little boat already overflowed with people when we arrived. The girls and I didn't stay for very long, just put Aaron and his cargo on the ship, took a couple of pics, and drove home.
And when we got home, I discovered two things. 1) Aaron had the house keys in his pocket. On the boat. Thankfully, we were able to find a door that had been accidently left unlocked so we could go the round-about way through another apartment. 2) My husband and friend of so many years set the coffee pot before he left. All I had to do this morning was flip a switch. That's true love.
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