I do apologize for my recent lack of contributions to this page. My Missing Muse has left me in a mental void as to what I should write about, what I shouldn’t, and if I should write at all. I have no clue as to how many visitors might have just dropped by, taken a quick look and left, or how many have actually read my ramblings, or Harold’s chapters. Haven’t gotten much in the way of comments to help me determine the directions in which I should go, what subjects are interesting, or amusing, etc. In my defense, I did finally stop sitting here in my chair watching out the back door all day, at least as much as I could, so as to not be totally useless. I have been canoeing a couple of times, to dinner a couple of times, and to the liquor store, when I was missing my boy particularly badly, without taking a shower. Yes! I actually left my house and went out in public without taking a shower! Twice! Both times to the liquor store! Ask Lisa how unusual that is. At any rate (you’ll find that term a lot in Harold’s book) I just added chapter seven of “Harold’s Room” in atonement.
Now for the “BUT…” noted above: The little yellow boat was recovered from the flood waters of Pigeon Creek, where a scholar and a gentleman climbed out of his kayak onto the log jam in which it was stuck, wrestled a log out of it which had punched a crack in the hull, above the waterline fortunately, got in it, and paddled it to safety towing his kayak behind. He contacted the police and the DNR trying to find the owner, but after two months gave up and had his niece post it on the internet for sale. Sean, who frequently looks at used canoes and kayaks on-line, saw it, and of course recognized it immediately. My seat, rod holder bracket and cup holder were still in it. He contacted the young lady who had posted it, told her the story, and the boat listing was removed. Several days later the gentleman who retrieved it contacted Sean, told him about having tried to find the owner and said to Sean, “If you could have him call me and tell me the one other item that would have been in that boat…”, at which point Sean blurted out, “A JBL water-proof speaker system.”
“Well. That answers that question,” he said, and that if Sean would have me call him he would give me directions on where I could pick up my boat.
And the gentleman who brought the craft out of the flood and restored it to me? His name is Noah. Lisa had been telling me when I found out I was getting my boat back that I should call her “The Yellow Submarine,” but when she found out who had rescued her, and his graciousness in returning her to me, she said I should call her “Noah’s Ark,” and I believe I shall.
The first pic below is one Sean saw in the ad. The next few are from last Wednesday when I picked it up from Noah, brought it home, and immediately patched it. The rest are from Saturday, and explain themselves.
Thank you Noah. You are a scholar, a gentleman, and a man who lives his faith and does not just profess it. You walk the walk to back your talk. You have given me renewed hope in the human race.