My oldest is sailing for a week in Maine. Without me. Without his dad. He’s with his grandparents. They are trustworthy and know how uptight I am, so i’m not worried about his safety. But still. On a sailboat, in the ocean, “What ever could go wrong?!” I keep thinking of Jaws. Orca. Dead Calm.
We aren’t a sailing type of family. My people don’t really sail. We canoe…in the Hocking. We use “tube” as a verb. Sailing is like skiing. It’s a different economical set.
So he’s sailing and I’m worrying. I hope he doesn’t get sick. He’s almost 15, so he’s pretty much able to care for himself. But on a boat in the ocean? What will he eat? I hope they make him brush his teeth.
Also, now I have to empty the dishwasher.