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I love Wednesdays. Neither Ted nor I have any scheduled activities on Wednesdays, and we usually don’t plan trips to Cheboygan on Wednesdays either. In fact, sometimes we just choose to sit around and be lazy all day on Wednesdays.
That’s just what I had in mind on Wednesday this week. I was still resting up from the last 10 days, which included two yacht races and a horse festival. Ahhhh . . . Wednesday was going to be a REST day!
As I settled into my recliner with my second cup of coffee and opened a brand new book, Ted – who was messing around in the kitchen – looked over the counter and said, “Sweetie, are you going to come down to the marina and take photos of me taking my kayak out this morning.”
I smiled and said, “Would that be the kayak that you ordered and had sent up here three years ago that has only been out of the box once – and that was to inflate it in the bedroom upstairs so I could take your picture sitting in it between the trundle bed and the bunk bed?”
“That would be the one, love bug,” my sweet hubbie replied.
Since Ted has been talking about putting his kayak in the water for three summers now, I continued sipping my coffee and started page one of my book.
“I’m supposed to meet Jacob (a friend of ours) in back of the Visitor’s Center at 11 a.m.,” Ted said. “We’re going out together.”
“Uh huh,” I replied, not looking up.
“Sugar plum,” Ted said – a little more forcibly (we always call each other silly names when we’re about to have a spat) – “I’m serious – today is the day I’m putting the kayak in the water.”
Now let me stop right here a minute. At home in Georgia, Ted and I both have kayaks. He bought himself one when he retired, and when I retired, he bought me one also (I would have preferred a silver Mazda Miata convertible, but a kayak was what I got). And I have to admit, once I got into it, I really enjoyed kayaking – especially since I have never tipped the thing over in the middle of the lake we live on – not yet anyway.
When we moved to Mac Island for the summers, Ted wanted a kayak up here, but didn’t want to struggle up and down the hill with a hard shell. So, after days and days of research, he ordered an inflatable kayak from West Marine. The thing arrived in a few days, and it, and the bright yellow carrying case it resides in, have been stored in an upstairs closet for three summers – except for the aforementioned photo op in the bedroom.
After listening to Ted make a phone call to Jacob (who didn’t answer), I began to grow concerned.
“Munchkin,” I said, not so lovingly, “You are kidding, right?” Ted has a real flair for getting me all worked up about something, only to tell me he’s kidding one precise second before I go ballistic.
“No, Pumpkin,” he said, not so smilingly. “Don’t you remember me telling you that Jacob and I had planned this for today?”
“Well, yes, I do remember that, Dumpling Doodle, but I certainly didn’t think you were serious.”
“Well, you thought wrong, didn’t you, my Sweet Pea?”
For the next hour I ranted and raved about what a totally horrible idea it was to take out the kayak. I had visions of Ted in the middle of Lake Huron either being run down by a ferry, dumped out by a ferry wave, or being eaten by the Loch Huron monster.
Of course, what I was actually concerned about was my husband, who only has kayak experience in the calm waters of Lake Blackshear, being in over his head – so to speak – on the Great Lakes, in a little boat that could spew air out of its valves a lot faster than he could pump it in.
Of course, that’s when macho kicked in.
“I’m leaving now to put the kayak in the water down behind the Visitor’s Center. See you when I get back.”
What’s a good wife to do?
I followed him.
All the way down the hill I muttered under my breath. Doesn’t he know the only reason I worry is because I love him? Doesn’t he know he’s 64 years old, and it’s time he stop some of this foolishness? Doesn’t he know I’m having a bad hair day and don’t want to be seen in public?
As I rounded the corner of the Visitor’s Center, I found Ted on his knees on the ground fiddling with all the valves and pleats and ripples of the kayak.
At this point, I switched into an entirely new mode and attitude. My husband was about to launch this little balloon boat into the Great Lakes. What if something happened? What if he didn’t come back? What if his insurance wasn’t paid up (just kidding). Seriously, I began to be helpful at this point.
“Honey buns, I found a path over by the Chippewa where people can get down to the water.”
“Ok, Peaches, let’s see it!”
Stop a minute for one of those great differences between men and women. When Ted is in a “man” mood for two days and then gets over it, I’m in a “woman” mood for two days to get even. When I’m in a “woman” mood for two days and then get over it, Ted pretends he never even knew anything was wrong.
Drives me crazy!
I wanted to photograph him as far as I could see him, so I went racing down the marina to the dock where the Mackinac Breeze is tied up. That’s as far as I could go and still have a dock to go out on. Now “racing” is relative, because by the time I reached the “Breeze”, Ted was already there.
After he was out of sight around the breakwater, I got an iced coffee from J.L. Beanery and came back and sat on the dock with Bruce and caught up on everything going on with him. I told Bruce how worried I was about Ted doing this, and he just laughed. He said, “Brenda, he has on a life jacket, he’s carrying a cell phone, he has a GPS button to push – he’s fine. Of course, I might be worried that if he fell into Lake Hurom, the cold temperatures could stop his heart.”
Thank you very much, Bruce.
Almost an hour later, I saw Ted come into sight. He waved at us, but never even veered our way. I jumped up and “raced” back through the marina and arrived just in time to see him coming around the Coast Guard dock.
Ted tells me he’s going to try and kayak once a week now until the weather gets too cold.
Next time, I think I’ll just stay home with my coffee and book.
But I tell you what – I’m pretty proud of my Baby Cakes.
Personal Note: I’m taking a break for the weekend and will not – repeat, will not – be posting anything the next two days – no text, no pics, nothing. I mean it. I really, really mean it – well, EXCEPT for the winner for the Mystery Spot! BUT – I can’t wait to bring you the story on Monday. If all goes as planned, you’ll learn all about how medical emergencies are handled on our little rock, and I think you will really enjoy all the details! Have a great weekend, and I’ll see you Monday!
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