Some things, you just can't make up.
Walking to my boat this weekend, for the first time in about three months, I was taken aback.
I was taken afront.
I was just plain taken.
What was this? How could this be? Had the fates decided that my life hasn't been eventful enough lately?
Meet the new boat on O Dock:
Of all the docks, in all the marinas, in all the world, she sails into mine. And right in my face, too. I have to walk right past this boat to get to mine.
Is my little cockroach friend, Arnold, having some fun with me?
He was, supposedly, a vers-libre poet in a former life. Is this some form of poetic justice?
Is this his way of suggesting he needs some blogging companionship? Will he be inviting in friends to join him in his tapdance across my keyboard in the wee hours?
If all of this cockroach talk has you baffled, you can find out more about Mehitabel's namesake here.
I haven't met the owners yet. It's possible the boat has been in the marina for a while. There's been a lot of slip shuffling lately since they rebuilt some of the oldest docks on the other side of the marina.
(You may remember that Superblogger Edward used to keep his boat over on one of those hardscrabble docks and was forced to move when the reconstruction began.)
I don't recognize what type of boat this is, but it's probably from the mid-70s. More as I find out. Here's a slightly wider shot. Anyone have any idea what kind of boat or maybe know something about this particular one? On the interwebs, I did find an Islander 27 named Mehitabel in Seattle, but this is definitely not it.
Think of this as a photo quiz without the free hat.
Wotthehell is going on?