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I’m helping Bernard get it up.
Yes, it’s that time again. About now each year, as the spring air wafts it’s way through Bernard’s little warren of a house by the sea, he always asks me to come over, scramble about the place and help him get it up.
I am, of course, referring to the mast on his little boat which is now coming out of storage and being prepared for the bay. Once again it will feel the salty spray of the sea on it’s bow. I can also taste a little salty taste on my lips, but that’s from something entirely different. That reminds me, I should get some Scope mouthwash at the store this morning.
We do enjoy our days sailing, Bernard banging on about how his luff is crinkled in his cordwangle, and Sylvester, or Sebastian huffing and puffing and pulling things. I find it very relaxing in the nice weather. Even Amanda comes out from time to time, lounging on the foredeck and reading her copy of The big Book Of Lesbian Horse Stories. Yes, that’s a real thing.
In a funny way, and it’s hard to admit this, I have come to accept Amanda. The fact that she had a relationship with my wife when they were at university together is not something I hold against her, exactly. If anything I am a little jealous…
