Yesterday morning Adam and I were putting finishing touches on the boat. Well ... not really. We were frantically doing anything we could before its launching -- any spots we thought might be really hard to reach after she was in the water, like under the rub rail.
He loaded it up with the outboard motor, life jackets, got the tiller installed again, and some lines.
This morning I went to the farmers' market as usual at 7:00. Adam called at 8:00 with bad news. In a freak event, when Paul was shifting the boat stands to get the boat onto the trailer, she fell over.
Adam and I have been shrugging our shoulders and laughing for years over our personal brand of bad luck. Things just never seem to go easily for us. In fact, it seems the harder Adam works to make something go well, the more certain it is that some fluke mishap will occur to delay it, or perhaps wreck it altogether. We drove up to our hopefully-new-to-us house this afternoon to check on that tarp on the roof. It's been gusty and stormy here, and sure enough -- the tarp has blown off the front corner. It's not big enough for the entire roof, if you recall, and the wind gets up underneath the unattached side.
Will the tarp stay on? Will the rain stay out of the house? Will the boat go in the water? When will we get the mast up and sail again? Will we close on the house, or will the deal fall through? Will Adam get his beehives adjusted for the summer? We have some traveling to do soon -- will any of these projects settle down at all before we leave? We have a college graduation and a wedding to tend to, not to mention a massive family gathering in West Virginia. And the Jaguar (remember the Jaguar?) is in a hundred pieces in the garage. We're not even thinking about that anymore! And, of course, those are only the stressors that I can talk about ... haha!
God is in charge of it all. I like to think of his careful finger, resting on the side of the boat, waiting till Paul removed the boat stand, and then gently tipping her over. Yes, I do. I hope none of you find that disturbing. I truly prefer to think of my loving God in charge of everything in my life. Then I can feel certain that none of it will overwhelm me or harm me, because He's planned it. If anybody else were in charge of my disasters, I'd be truly terrified :)
Gotta dash. A friend just texted me that HER new-to-her boat is in the sling at Sailcraft about to go in the water! Yippee!