I'm down at the boat for the first time in a few weeks, doing the usual maintenance and wine drinking.
We came down late Friday night after work and, arriving in the dark, noticed that something was amiss with one of our dock lines. Not thinking much of it, as there are four other lines securing the boat to good old O Dock, we turned in for the night.
In the light of day, I took a closer look at the 5/8 inch line and discovered this:
Hokey smokes! No noticeable chafe two months ago and now the line was almost shattered.
Then, I looked across the fairway and saw this:
Yikes! Where a finger pier and two boats had been, there was now a big open space and some orange caution cones placed on the dock.
And then that storied little light bulb we read so much about in unimaginative writing went on in my foggy brain.
I wrote in a post just last week about how easy it is for those of us who live thousands of miles from Japan to turn away from news reports and return to our comfortable lives. And here was Mr. Neptune reminding me in that playful, ironic way he has that it's really just one big ocean. What happens in one little corner of it, eventually, in one way or another, affects all of us. This may have been just a tiny ripple compared to what happened in Japan, but the message was there.
The wave had crossed 5000 miles of Pacific Ocean, and then another 10 miles of San Francisco Bay. It curled around a rock breakwater, through the marina entrance, and another few hundred yards right up to O Dock, and practically snapped a dock line that had a breaking strength of 10,000 pounds.
But Mr. Neptune wasn't quite through with me. He had another lesson up his watery sleeve.
It seems Mr. Neptune has been reading this blog and all of those wise-butted comments I've been sprinkling across the blogosphere. And, apparently, he has not been pleased. I mentioned that there were four other lines tying my boat to O Dock. Mr. Neptune left all of those untouched.
There was, however, something unusual about the line that he destroyed.
If you're reading this, you probably know that signature photo I use of a Flemish coil. It's not a photo I just swiped from the internet. I actually wound that coil on one of my docklines just so I could make the photo for my Blogger profile.
After I took the photo, I was so pleased with my handiwork that I left the coil in place on O Dock and it has been there for the past two years.
So, which line do you think it was that Mr. Neptune travelled 5000 miles to single out and destroy?
Should I take this as a sign?