Tuesday, July 6, 2010
As much as I love the architecture of boats and the idea of float, I have a terrible time staying right upon a watery vessel. "Keep your eyes on the horizon," my husband says, but by then, I'm already done in for, already looking for an out. There are none. I'm reminded of that every single time. "Julia," I told my niece, not turning my head, not lifting my eyes, "I am not being rude when I talk with you like this, but can I ask you for a favor?"
"Tell me when you see land."
She nodded her red-blonde head (my periphery vision told me). She squinted (I could feel her focus intensify).
"Now?" I asked.
"Not now," she said.
"Closer?" I asked.
"Remember your land-spotting job," I told her, and she did. It's just that it seemed to take forever.