Crunch.
Is it (a) the sound of autumn leaves underfoot, (b) the
sensation of biting into corn flakes at breakfast, (c) a strenuous exercise for
developing abs of steel, or (d) none of the above?
The answer is (d) none of the above. At least for today.
It’s the tense, action-packed 24 hours before departing on a
6-month journey, when: you’ve only cut down your TO DO list from 4
pages to 1-1/2; the boat is still leaking; a furnace valve starts leaking inside the wall; the oven
door falls off; you realize you forgot to arrange care for your house plants;
and you have to re-thread your sewing machine with stiff, hard-to-handle,
UV-resistant thread and sew loops on the end of your jackline (a sailor's tether in a storm).
Crunch.
Me: “Are you looking forward to leaving?”
Him: “YES!! I’m SO looking forward to getting out of here.
This place is falling apart.”
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