charlie_the_tuna
God
first, a bit of back story. some of you know i have two boys. 24 and somewhat gainfully employed and 20 and fishes 16-20 hours per day. Cam works at a hospital as an ER clerk. i don't know exactly what he does but everybody loves him because he's gorgeous. Steven is a man-child who lives to fish, and he's dam good at it. he's also been my shadow for some time. well' y'all know i'm trying to get this boat done and the Beeb (a nickname his brother gave him) has been a big part of getting things done. now i'm getting down to the actual work and i know exactly what needs to be done. the problem? i'm closing in on 60 and i just can't get into these positions anymore. i was on the deck for about 25 minutes the other day and after struggling to get to my feet, my body was stiff and my back was screaming. like being in a yoga position that i had no business being in in the first place. that morning, the Beeb came home from the pier about 11:30am, had a bite and went to bed. i asked if he wanted to go work on the boat and he said give him an hour or two. i left and tried to work on it myself. came 2.5 hours later and he's snoring away. he wakes up and asks if we're going to work on the boat. i worked on the boat while you were sleeping. i got almost nothing done because i can't do the mechanic's yoga anymore. so let's go now. not a chance. it's almost 5:00pm and i'm not going back down. i have too much to do. a wasted day. all i need to do is pull the batteries (in the starboard fish box and impossible to get to) and pull and measure the fuel line and go pick it up. it's now 8:36am and we'll see what happens in another hour or so when i'm ready to go. he got back from fishing all night at 5:45am. he caught a few dozen weakfish. one of his favorite.
and this is the reason i've been high and dry for 3 plus weeks.
and this is the reason i've been high and dry for 3 plus weeks.