Foot In Mouth Disease

Vero Beach
No LL

Boy, did I get in trouble today.

I needed to go up the mast to replace the bulb in the anchor light. I started by getting our the bosun's chair. Libby saw what I was doing and came up on deck to help me. I brushed her aside and said, "I'd rather have burly men help than you." I then called for help to the two other boats rafted with us. I got three men to help, and up the mast I went.

When I got to the top I was surprised to see Libby rowing away in the dinghy. That was odd. I didn't expect her to go anywhere. Three hours later she came back still with steam pouring from her ears. I can't remember when the last time was that Libby was so mad.

It seems that I underestimated just how serious Libby's proprietary interest is in my safety, and how much pride she has in looking out for my hide. I really trampled on those feelings when I refused her help.

Sorry. Sorry. I'm really really sorry Libby.