Through the fog of my barely cognizant brain I heard a familiar sequence of sounds.
Click, bing, plop!
I was vaguely aware that I was standing. That’s a start. It was very dark. Ok, and dear reader I confess I’ve achieved an age where it’s a rare night that I don’t find myself standing at the toilet several times a night. The law of averages dictates that we go with another bathroom break.
Now, Marce and I find that the best way to fall asleep is to clip our ipod nanos to our T-shirts, ear buds plugged in, and listen to audio books while drifting off to la la land.
I’ve managed to knock the clip of my Nano off of my T-shirt,(click) while my Nano spinning through the air, unplugged itself faster than Eric Clapton (no sound effect)…or rather, think of that song “Cocaine” because that’s what was beginning to erupt in my brain, bouncing off the porcelain bowl (bing) and plop!
I’d love to be able to say that I’ve never done this before…but I can’t. You just know that time is of the essence, there is no time for delicate tools. I found it, but that sucker was really wedged down in there. I ran down the companionway, up 3 steps, across the bridge deck, tripping over Izzy, down 3 steps smashing my toes on the bulkhead leading into the guest cabin, where I keep my emergency nano retrieval tools, wheeled around and hit the bridge deck at an age adjusted blistering pace. This time Izzy heard me coming and adroitly darted to the last available foot space before the 3 steps, as we tumbled down into our cabin (nothing broken) I may have sworn at that moment because Marce finally woke up — why suffer alone? — with some encouraging words such as could you keep it down? No I couldn’t keep it down, I was in crisis mode!
Lets just say Yr. Hmbl. Capt. with great dexterity, displaying calmness in command, fished the nano out. Marce, having awakened by this time is pretty good at drying out damp electronics, took over with some kind of secret recipe for rejuvenating drowned Apple products this time using sushi rice instead of basmati. Hope springs eternal. Maybe this time I’ll try a different color.
That’s life on the water.