OK ~ HAVING "CHARLIE" my old truck is too wonderful to believe -
but not enough to satisfy the fantasy life of this old gal.
Apparently I was meant to have a boat too!
Born on the land-locked prairies - I thought that would never happen to me.
I fantasized about 17th century maidens sitting prettily in rowboats -
elegantly clad in frothy gowns
holding small leather-bound books of poetry.
BUT, suddenly, there it was, leaning against a neighbor's wall -
a VERY OLD ROWBOAT!
On the outside - worn white paint - inside peeling blue -
plus two rough oars -with brass oarlocks!
I bought it for $150.
We don't live right on the water
But my good friend, nearby, lives on a lovely lagoon
and invited me to moor her there . . .
I named my old rowboat "GLADYS MAY" after my mother
and "CHARLIE" my old truck hauled her
over to the pristine tidal lagoon
where she awaits a good scrubbing with a wire brush
a coat of marine paint
a broad-brimmed hat
a book of poems
and a dream come true.