THE "OTHER" WOMAN

Being married to a fisherman and boat captain has perks as well as drawbacks.
I have to compete with something that has been around since the dawn of time, takes up 71% of the earth’s surface and provides endless pleasure for men (and women) who seek it’s treasures.


What’s so great about this Mother Ocean character?

Sure. She’s beautiful, vast, mysterious, holds answers to questions unanswered, guards the souls of thousands who have perished in her, brings joy to families across the globe, provides food and has sparked the curiosity of great scientists worldwide. Her unforgiving nature has earned the respect of all those who dare to voyage on her.

OK…I see where this is going.

My husband, like many others who have formed what I like to call and obsession with the ocean, can’t see my dilemma.I guess the problem lies in the fact that when my husband is home, all of those skills that he has fine-tuned over the years get left at the dock.

He has the motor dexterity to rig lures all day, but when it comes to changing a diaper he is like an elephant trying to tie his shoes. He guts and filets fish, coming home covered in blood and smelling like baked chum, but the smell of a poopy diaper has him running for the door dry heaving. He can navigate the ocean and almost have a sixth sense about where the fish will bite but he can’t find the post office.

I guess it is something I will never fully understand and obviously can’t compete with.

So, here’s to you oh great and glorious ocean. You may have won the battle, but the war has just begun.

"Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my lover, my lady
Is the sea"

Music Lyrics Copyright 1971 & 1972 by Evie Music, Inc.