Fair winds and following seas blessed sailors transiting down Drayton Passage yesterday.
“What a beautiful day,” my Lovely Bride said. “I didn’t expect this at all.”
After Saturday’s deluge, it was a welcome respite from a stormy day.
Cleaning up around the yard was the first order of business in our homestead, while a delicious sun kissed my neck.
Then, it was time for a little pigskin action. Bengals 27, Seahawks 24 in overtime.
Not the result we wanted.
I have not heard such salty verbiage from my Lovely Bride in ages.
“Why is Wilson playing so poorly?” she screams.
Well, it’s more complicated that my dear.
“Then how come they’re just letting them score?”
I did agree with her on that point. It was a dismaying display by the visiting team, even if the Baby Beast (Thomas Rawls) flashed a snapshot of the future.
Here’s hoping to see that effort again next Sunday against the Carolina Panthers.
Hope firmly ensconced in my heart, I leave you with an Irish toast:
“May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face”
Good morning Longbranch.