|Something is missing...|
Something is not quite right.
At Shilshole, the slips are in pairs; they are horseshoe shaped, with one boat tying up to its port side and the other in the pair tying up to its starboard side.
We are the port side tie-up in our horseshoe.
Over the years that we have been moored here, slip-mates have come and gone. But the one constant has been that there has been a slip-mate.
But when your slip mate pulls out for 5 months (and still counting...) of major work, something is not quite right. Sure, when you look out the window, it is obvious that the boat is gone.
But when you are not looking out the window, your unconscious nags you, communicating in the only way it can. Back in your conscious life, that communication manifests as a vague feeling that something is amiss.
And then you consciously look out the window again, and...
Oh. Yeah - the boat's gone.
C'mon Wander Bird, it's time to get back in the water.
A constant is missing.