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Friday 1-4-08
Sausalito

 

We live in a special world secured with thick ropes and synched to the rhythm of the tides. Folks always ask if we feel the houseboat move in our daily lives. We do not. Often the only reminder we’re floating is the gentle swaying of our pots and pans on their hanging rack. But boy we rocked like crazy last night. Old timers are calling this a Top 10 storm of the past 50 years! By far, the strongest Jodi or I have experienced on Liberty Dock in five years. Gale force winds 90+ mph blew the roof off a house on South Forty, the next dock over. I got up twice in the dead of night to remove paintings and other vulnerable objects from the walls and shelves. Then, around 3am, our Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, Oliver, whimpered. You’ve got to be kidding me, I thought; he hasn’t had to to go out in the middle of the night since he was a puppy three years ago. Whatever … I got up a third time to walk our designer dog in the deluge. Back in the warmth of our Tempur-Pedic I grabbed what felt like a breath of sleep before soft light began to filter in and Jodi woke me frantically.

 

“My car! You need to check it. I may have parked it in the flood zone.” 

 

One notable flaw in our enchanted seaside world is the parking lot. It destroys cars. The lot is actually sinking, so a very high tide fills the low end with thigh high water. Jodi lost a  perfectly fine Mini Cooper this way a few years ago…submerged to mid-door in a surging tide. In an almost surreal moment, standing before what appeared to be a perfectly fine vehicle, the insurance adjuster said, “it’s totalled alright,” after he confirmed the engine block had filled with seawater.

 

“It’s almost high tide. Please, honey,” Jodi moaned half asleep…so I lifted my dragging ass outta bed for the fourth time to review the situation, knowing this tide was an epic seven feet due at 7:50am. Many of our neighbors were wading through hip deep water checking their cars and making quite a commotion for so early in the morning.  The car was fine.

 

Quite a commotion … COME OCEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Kai, your name means ocean. You live in your own floating home, breathe your own moist air in your own private atmosphere, tied down safely to your mother. Now you ride the storm.

 

 

 

 

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