merchant mariner families








...a highly unusual, sometimes maddening,
but mostly comical way of life.







August 01, 2017

life ashore, ceo...



www.calliesmariner.blogspot.comA few days before Christmas this past year, we received the most fantastic, wonderful, joyous gift ever in the form of a little girl, whom we lovingly referred to as 'Bug.' She needed a place to stay for a while as her family got their act together and "we" were more than happy to oblige, even though Beady was out to sea at her arrival.

   

Months earlier, we had put our hat into the ring for foster to adopt through an agency working with the state. And when I say foster to adopt, what I really mean is foster care because first and foremost, you're a foster parent taking care of a child who is likely to be reunited with their family at some point, hopefully sooner rather than later. Adoption is the last resort, and adoption with a child's foster parents is even further down on the list as family and friends of family are diligently investigated for the purposes of placing the child with someone familiar to them or to their way of life. Horrible odds for Vegas, even worse for one's heart.  
 

www.calliesmariner.blogspot.com Bug was perfect, except for those strangely full and horribly scented diapers, and the days flew by, days numbered from our beginning, until she finally left on a fantastically shitty day in March to return home. Though I can't speak for Beady, it was truly one of the worst days of my life. But of course, for her, it was the absolute best thing considering she'd already had the worst day of her life when she was taken unceremoniously from everything she knew and brought to our house. So underneath all of my misery, I was so happy for her and took pleasure in imagining her reaction when she finally returned home.   
 

www.calliesmariner.blogspot.com We learned so much from her in those painfully short 3 months she stayed. Actually, I'm not so sure what Beady learned as he seemed, irritatingly, a natural from the beginning, but I learned a whole heck of a lot. Bug showed me not only what I was capable of, but that the capacity of my heart was infinite.

     

 Those 3 months were a crash course in parenting for us, both as a team and individually. Now I already had a heart full of respect for all of those “single parents” out there in Merchant Mariner Land, but after totally immersing myself in it, heart full seems like a complete underestimation of what I feel now. From diapers, baths, and sleepless nights to visits at CPS with her biological parents, doctors, and emergency Target stops I just couldn’t understand how any of you do this year after year, by yourself for at least half of the year, and in most cases, with way more children! Awards should be given! Ticker Tape parades organized! Maybe even a national holiday celebrating your amazingness! And all the while, you’re negotiating for your children the weirdly unusual path of Merchant Mariner Land and how mom or dad’s absence is actually okay. And that's just the kid part!


http://calliesmariner.blogspot.com/p/beadys-interview.html
Amy, CEO/CFO

A friend of mine has claimed the title CEO/CFO of her mariner family, but again, I think she sells herself short. She is surely not the top, but the center of her tribe, keeping life cruising along for her mariner, their two children, finances, family obligations, school, sports, medical needs, plans for the future, the emotional well being of EVERYONE, maintenance of vehicles and home, pets, food, and love, love, love!!!! And she's not alone. There are so many of you who came into this life knowing so little of how it would actually be and have carried on despite the difficulties that plague being married or involved with someone who's only present for about half of the year. Hats off to anyone who climbs aboard this ship and remember, on your lowest day, your 'I'm ready to walk out that door and never come back' moments, YOU ARE SOOOOOO INCREDIBLY TERRIFIC AND ABSOLUTELY IRREPLACEABLE!!!!!!! 

     And I think you're pretty fantastic, too...

So, if no one's ever said it to you, hear me now! Thank you for everything you do for your mariner family and thanks for being such an inspiration to me. Take a moment today to be proud of yourself, bad and good, for where you are, how far you've come. You did that, no one else...you did that. 

And as Beady and I get closer to meeting the 3 little girls who will change our lives forever, when I feel any sort of fear, I think of ALL OF YOU and know it's totally do-able, and more importantly, do-able in an amazing way! So, thank you with sugar on top.

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Life is enormous, but I can do it...thank you



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July 27, 2017

waiting by the phone...

    Every week I speak with Beady when he’s in port. Every week. I rarely acknowledge how lucky I am to even have this luxury and sometimes even pout (yes, grown women can pout) when I only get to talk with him for a few minutes because he’s, get this, working. What a jerk! So I was fortunate to be reminded of my good luck last month when Beady and I were having a little difficulty speaking due to conflicting schedules and his heavier than normal workload on the ship. As we were making an appointment to talk, I was instantly reminded of what an endeavor it was to speak with Big Daddy Mitchell when I was a kid and he was sailing around the world. That stopped me dead in my ‘woe is me’ tracks.  

   You see, when I was little and my father was out to sea, communication was “An Event.”  To speak with him took weeks of planning and 1 or 2 days of actual waiting by the phone.  No e mail, no satellite phones, no cell phones, no texting…just snail mail; specifically, snail mail on his part as we could never write to his floating address. 
  

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Waiting!
  It would begin with a hopeful letter from Daddy. He was entering such and such a port in such and such a country and he had heard there was a phone just inside the small town he’d be able to use to call home. Now, with any luck, they’d be sailing into port on a weekend otherwise Mum was at work and I was at school and there would be no telephonic reunion, unless he called at 3am and I wasn’t woken up for those calls. Often we’d receive this all important letter weeks in advance only to be thwarted when Daddy would send a follow up letter indicating the port had been cancelled, he couldn’t get off the ship, or their stay would be too short. ‘Maybe at the next port,’ he’d write and we would wait patiently to hear of his next attempt at contact.
   
   If all matters eventually went well, my mother and I would spend the majority of a weekend inside the house waiting for the phone to ring. Difficult for a child during the summer, even more difficult for a single mother who uses her precious Saturday and Sunday time to run errands and prepare EVERYTHING before the work week begins again. However, the phone would ultimately ring and we’d take our turns catching up with Daddy and catching him up on life ashore. Sometimes the calls were cut short, sometimes the phone never rang, but in most cases there was plenty of time to speak with him and attempt to plan the next phone call weeks or months out. 

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As I think on that time and how inconvenient it was to our home schedule, I feel guilty knowing that for Big Daddy Mitchell, those phone calls were the world, as I imagine they were and are to every mariner. Their life goes on without them in some ways and the sting of that must have been lessened by each and every one of those phone calls.
  




 I imagine the same can be said for today as well. We have e mail, text, cell phones, and now Skype and Facetime. We are so lucky, so fortunate to have technology on our side and it must make life a little easier for those out to sea to stay connected, still woven into their lives ashore. Communication is vital to mariners; it’s a lifeline to emotional well-being. The ability to speak with loved ones, friends, and family while at sea ensures balance of mind, the strength to get through the ‘work week,’ and continuity of one’s own life despite the fact miles of ocean separate the mariner from it.
     
   When I was confronted with the ease of my reality today in communication with Beady and thought back to our George Lucas type productions for speaking on the phone with Daddy, what stopped me short was knowing there are still mariners out there who experience the same difficulties he had over 35 years ago. Even e mail is a luxury on some of the ships sailing around the world today, which boggles the mind. Surely the work output of a sailor is increased dramatically when he or she is given fairly consistent access to loved ones. Surely one’s sanity is well-kept when a chance to see or hear how their child’s day went at school is permitted. 
  
   So I am lucky, I am fortunate, but more importantly, Beady is all of those things and more. More lucky than Big Daddy Mitchell, more lucky than just 8 or so years ago when an e mail every few weeks and a random call from somewhere was his only way to speak to us. Now, he can regularly keep up with his family and know we’re all right, that we miss him, and we love him more than words can say. And knowing that makes me feel better about his being away and his ability to work with a more peaceful mind. 

So, no more pouting for me, I must try harder to be more grateful for ALL that we have.
                                          








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October 13, 2015

be safe...

  I say those words to my husband every time I drop him off at the airport when he heads back to sea.  It's the last thing I say as he walks through the terminal doors.  

And I say them every time we get off the phone while he's working--I even end my e mails and texts to him with those two words...always.  

     Over the past twelve years of our relationship, it's become more important to me than saying 'I love you.' It's much like a talisman, making me feel as if I have some sort of control over what occurs to him out to sea if only I remember to say that all important phrase. It's become so ridiculous, I've even called him back if I thought he didn't hear my request. Silly. 

'Be safe' means everything to me...stay away from the side rails, watch all of the lines, don't walk in front of the cars you're loading, steer clear of bad weather, wear your safety gear, blah, blah, blah.  Honestly, there are times I'm surprised I can hang up the phone with him and continue on normally with all of the crap buzzing around in my head.  

    

     So when news of the El Faro hit, the first thing I wanted to do was fly out to L.A., march my husband off the ship, and bring him home where he would instantly be swaddled in bubble wrap and tucked away in a closet for safe-keeping.    

      But instead, I spent my time rather unproductively, dipping my toe intermittently into the pool of insanity imagining it was my husband out there lost at sea, trapped in the ship as it sank, or even the poor, lifeless soul the Coast Guard found in a survival suit.  'How lucky am I?' floated in and out of my mind every day as I watched more and more coverage, but 'This could've been him' hammered at my head incessantly and so much louder. So after finally being able to hear Beady's voice, I was instantly relieved, glad to give up the pessimism that had settled on my soul for a moment.  A false sense of security crept in as we continued to speak and I began to think that this sort of thing couldn't happen to my mariner, not to my husband...but after we hung up, I knew that of course it could. My husband isn't special, he's not immune to this type of tragedy, and he's certainly not invincible. This absolutely could've been him and the realization of that, the finality it comes with, just sucks.



    Unfortunately, ships sink all over the world, the tragedy off Crooked Island was not an anomaly.  And bad weather is a certainty for Beady and the crew he ships out with, as it is with every mariner across this globe. Mother Nature will never be ignored just as surely as that new I Pad your neighbor ordered yesterday will eventually reach its destination. This is the way of the shipping world, an industry that delivers 90% of what you and I want and consume. Time surely marches on, but it seems to do so quite obnoxiously where an unforgiving sea is concerned. 

       I don't know what happened on that ship, I'm not sure we ever will, but I do know this.  There were 33 fantastically important people aboard that vessel, people who were loved, missed, and worried over pretty constantly--and I'm guessing each of their families must have had their own version of 'be safe.' I'd like to think those words actually worked in their own way and because of that, there were little mercies that occurred throughout the El Faro and in those waters we will never know about.  

      So I'll keep saying 'be safe' to my husband when he heads out to sea for work, when I finish up with him on the phone, or when I send off a quick e mail during the week to just check in. I want him to know he's loved, I want him to know he's cherished, I want him to know that he means the world to me. But more importantly, having watched this tragedy unfold in our maritime community for the last few weeks, I just want him to come back home.  And I think that's all I've ever really meant when I said those two words...please come back to me.          






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October 09, 2015

el faro family fund...


http://elfaroincident.com/family-fund/
http://elfaroincident.com/family-fund/


   'TOTE has set up a fund in conjunction with the Seamen’s Church Institute, North America’s largest mariners service agency, to create a fund that will support the families and loved ones of the crew of the El Faro...100% of all donations made to this account will go directly to the 33 families.'
 

   Glad to find an all inclusive fund.  Every mariner family is important, I just hope that it helps in some way.  To all of the families, you are loved immensely. 










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October 05, 2015

what does it hurt to hope...

   For the last 5 days I've been glued to Twitter, Facebook, CNN, the Coast Guard page, and the website Tote Maritime set up for the families of the El Faro.  I'm sure many of you have as well.  As this has unfolded, it's been incredibly overwhelming to see all of the positive thoughts, prayers, and messages of hope people have posted and sent out to the families.  This maritime community always seemed a quiet one to me, filled with people who put their head down to the ground and just worked it out.  No complaints, no 'woe is me', and certainly nothing that would draw any attention to how they exist on a daily basis.  It makes me happy to know there is (and has been) so much love, so much understanding out there for all of us as we travel through Merchant Mariner Land.
   
    However, within the hope there's been a disturbing amount of venom in the form of people who are quite sure they've got all the facts and are therefore qualified to speak intelligently about the ship, the crew, the company, and any other bit of minutiae that pops into their head.  "Experts" who are absolutely sure about how things unfolded on the El Faro and what the outcome will be.  I don't know, maybe they're right, but here's my question...

what does it hurt to hope?

    Each family has THE most important person in their life unaccounted for right now.  Their days and nights are filled with terror, grief, confusion, and I'm sure about a hundred other emotions.  So why isn't hope allowed?  

     Why is it so important for that hope to be smothered with about a dozen worst case scenarios you can think of?  Is it imperative to be the first one to think of a terrible outcome? What if you're wrong? 

But more importantly, who gives a shit if you turn out being right. 

So stretch your mind, have a feeling, and whatever you typed into the comment section on Facebook just now, delete it.  You're writing about someone's son, someone's daughter, someone's parent, someone's partner.  Give them the consideration they'd most certainly give you if the roles were reversed...please.

   
These girls have the right idea.

And in the meantime, I'm going to hope against all hope, just as I know all of the other families who don't have loved ones on the El Faro will.  For the crew, for their families, for their friends. They deserve our hope, they deserve every last bit of it, and guess what?  They deserve it from you, too.  Go on try, it doesn't hurt.           

      

September 22, 2015

money and the mariner family...

      In our house, I'm in charge of the finances for obvious reasons...I'm here year round.  Beady gets updates when he's home, but it's basically me running the money show.  Sometimes it seems as if his pay is on its own random timetable, as if bi-monthly and monthly are merely suggestions, but I know there actually is a pattern and after 12 years (fingers crossed) I think I've finally got the hang of it.  Now, I have my own method for managing this mariner household financially, but the women below say it way better than I ever could.  It makes me wish I'd had their advice when I first started out with Beady.   




Amy...About 6 years in Merchant Mariner Land, no children, works full time as a nurse.  Her mariner is on for 4 months and off for 4.  Words of Wisdom...Plan Ahead!

"Try to remember those big chunks that get deposited have to last for when he's home and that getting back on the ship isn't always a guarantee, anything could happen."  How often does your mariner get paid?  "Every two weeks when he's out to sea...since I get a paycheck it definitely helps, but we are very conscious of what we are spending and what needs to be done/repaired.  There are always 'we can do this project after my next time at sea' situations.  It does help us pace ourselves.  We put a good chunk into accounts we don't routinely use as a way to help save.  If your mariner submits vacation pay once he's home, maybe try to wait a bit before submitting...this will help soften the no paycheck blow, and planning ahead is always important!"





Lindsey...Nearly 10 years as a Mariner Family, they have one child and Lindsey works full time.  Best advice?  Budget!   

"His paychecks come once a month regardless of whether he is at sea or not.  We split everything 50/50. He has his bills he's required to pay set up on autopay and I have mine. I never wanted to be judgmental about his spending so this worked the best for us. The more important bills ie. mortgage, come out of my accounts so that I can keep watch on it all. Random fact: I split my half of the mortgage payment between my two paychecks to spread my money out more evenly through the month. For example, rather than sending $750 to the mortgage account from the check on the 25th, I send $375 each time I receive a paycheck. $750 still makes it into the account, just doesn't have to arrive all at the same time and payment is still made in full on time. Make sense?" What's your one or two best money tips for this lifestyle? "BUDGET. Doesn't have to be all inclusive, down to the penny or even really detailed. Just know what you have, where it needs to go and when. Figure them out together!!!! Don't be "surprised" by your obligations or by how your partner spends money. Make your savings an automatic withdrawal immediately after the checks are deposited and a line item on your budget. If you never have the chance to you use it, you really won't miss it."



 SnipeWife... Almost 20 years married, two kids, her husband is on 75 days and then off 75.  SnipeWife works as a substitute teacher.   

How do you manage the finances given your mariner's pay schedule?  "He gets paid twice a month, in the beginning it was hard because there was a difference in sea pay and home pay.  But just before we had our first child, the company did away with overtime and it was built into the salary and averaged out in the 13 paychecks a year; sadly there was a while where I'd rack up the credit cards and his bonuses went to paying those off--what a waste! We've started using the Dave Ramsey method and rarely use the credit cards except for MAJOR things for the home." How do you manage financially when your mariner is home? "In our first year I gladly handed the finances over to him when he got home but soon learned that it just can't be split like that. I guess because there is no difference in his pay sea/home my biggest thing is the difference in the paychecks at the beginning of the year till about May because of taxes." Money Tips? DO NOT GET DEPENDENT on credit cards. Live well inside your means and save up for the things you want. Give generously."




Shana...No kids, 6 years of Mariner life, and she works part-time.  Her mariner is 4-6 months on, 2-3 months off.  Secret Weapon?  Planning in a 4 month increment.

"He gets paid bi-weekly but when he's home, only gets two paychecks (during the first month) and these are half the regular paycheck. I have 4 accounts I budget the money between. First I set aside what is needed for the mortgage, etc for that month. (I pay the utilities out of my account.) 2nd account is a savings account for his time off. I have a goal, of about 8k, so that when he comes home, that pays the mortgage and all monthly bills. After putting money in both these accounts, the remainder I divide between a life savings and checking account. His minimum time away is four months, so I always go off of that. If we are saving for something or need to pay off something, I make sure it's done in the 4 month increment. I don't like to count on extra months." 



                                                                                                                Anna 


1. Kids, no kids, how long have you been with your mariner?
We met online while he started a 4-month trip overseas. Officially met when he got off the ship. That was in 2008. We have two children and, God willing, many more to come ;)
2. Do you work outside of the home?
No, I am a stay-at-home-mom. I worked for one year with our first son and it was SO HARD.
3. What is your mariner's schedule?
Just got off 75-day rotations and started a new job this week with 21-day rotations.
4. How often does your mariner get paid?
Every two weeks.
5. How do you manage the finances given your mariner's pay schedule?
I do most of the budgeting and he does most of the spending but we both know everything about our finances at all times (take turns paying bills, etc.)
6. How do you manage financially when your mariner is home?
Whew! We have been spending so much money on our new home lately which starts to drain the reserves before he heads back to work again. We always make sure we have enough in savings to get us by for a while (our goal is 6 months) should something happen with his job.
7. What's your one or two best money tips for this lifestyle?
Don't blow it all when you start vacation! It looks like a lot of money at first but it has to pay for a lot of things. I am cheap and thrifty and no matter how much money Matt makes, I will always be cheap and thrifty.




Kara...90 days on/90 days off, together for 4 1/2 years, we have two teenagers.  

     He gets paid "Once a month on ship. And vacation pay comes in a lump sum, usually towards the beginning of the vacation. It works. 'Everything is just balanced carefully. I pay things as they come in, and pay ahead and early when I can. He gets paid more when he is working, so I pay a little extra then. An extra amount or an extra payment. Gives us breathing room when he is home." When he comes home "He likes to take over the bills, it works for us somehow. But we talk about stuff, we talk about everything. I know we spend more when he is home. He wants to have fun, and get the big expenses taken care of."  Any tips?  "Save!! He has put away a lot in savings and retirement funds. Make sure you have enough to get by for a bit in case anything happens to the mariner. Loss of job, health issues, etc. Make sure YOU have access to that money in case of an emergency. Have a Power of Attorney! Just being married to him isn't enough for most banks and credit cards! I found out the hard way. (Thank goodness his dad still had POA!)"



Katie... Over 4 years together, no children-she's employed as a social worker.  He has a 3 week on/ 3 week off rotation and may be reassigned to the coast of Africa. 

"We are both financially responsible, however it was a bit more difficult for Pat to understand the concept of budgeting as he has never really had to do it and he always received large, monthly lump sums of money with his first job. His first job he would work for a few months, come home and then not go back to work until his bank account would get low. It was very inconsistent and that was his way of life. Now that I think of it, it would probably have made the finances more difficult if he was still getting paid so sporadically. Since he got his new job, he is currently getting paid on a bi-weekly basis even on the weeks he is not working so he gets a consistent paycheck every 2 weeks. I think this change in pay schedule has made it easier for him to understand why budgeting is needed. I go over all of the bills with him and make sure he understands what money is going where and how to pay the bills if I was ever unable to. What is on auto pay, what is not; where to find all the account passwords to the utility logins, when they are due etc. He was quite impressed with the Microsoft excel spreadsheet I made for us. It was of course, color coded, highlighted and probably a bit OCD and obnoxious for his taste but he knows it makes me feel good having it. The last thing I want is for him to not understand how things work, after all that is how his brain works an engineer.  I worry about not having enough money, as I am used to living paycheck to paycheck and he isn't. I guess this is due to his immense feelings of financial security as he has never had to worry about budgeting before. Bottom line is my worrying and OCD about bills is offset by his relaxed confidence about finances which works great for us! I suppose my advice would be to both understand your family's budgeting needs and make it work for you. Make it something you can both take a part in. I know including Pat in the finances when he is home makes him feel more at home and it is something else we can share together. I think that sometimes he feels bad for not being home all the time and for not having a "normal" job. Although, knowing that his hard work is supporting his family helps him feel better and allows him to feel like he is contributing to the family even when he is not here."





Danielle...5 years with a marine engineer, 3 teenage sons, and she bartends 2 days a week.  


"My mariner's typical sailing schedule is 63 days on and 63 off but he hasn't taken a permanent position which makes it nice because we kind of pick and choose when he goes out. While he is gone I get a draw which pretty much covers bills and then when he gets off the ship he gets the remaining amount that I have to TRY and budget for an undetermined amount of time lol. So usually when the finances get low that is when he has to go back out. Money tips that I have.... Keep him out of it! The less money he thinks we have the better we are. I don't lie about it but I don't give him daily updates let's just say. It is very hard because he knows he makes good money and I have a hard time telling him no when it comes to purchases because he does work so hard and sacrifices so much-- finding that happy median is always an interesting task."



What's your best piece of advice for managing money with your mariner?  Let us know!  





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September 21, 2015

shipmasters...

Over the last few years, I've noticed a bigger voice for merchant seaman families.  Some have been around for a while, others just made their big debut.  Though I wish the list was longer, I'm just so glad there are so many more of us out there!  Happy Sailing!


Tugboat Life, Tugboat Wife


Megan The Nautie Mermate
www.enchantedseashells.com


Girls on Tugs
       



Support in the UK

www.snipewife.wordpress.com
SnipeWife


New England Waterman






































                        Let me know who you follow!  I'd love to meet them!  







February 14, 2015

high heels and the captain...

   I sat on the floor of the closet examining all of my shoes and wondering, 'Should I wear heels out to the ship?'

  Okay, a little explanation is in order, right?  You see, back in November, after hearing that Beady would be delayed out to sea FOR THE THIRD TIME!!!!, I took matters into my own hands and purchased a plane ticket in order to see him.  Though I knew it would be a less than 20 hour visit in which we slept for 8 of them, I was excited to finally catch a glimpse of my husband in action, the crew he spoke incessantly about, and the big, beautiful ship he sailed on for months at a time.  But back to the heels...

     Yes, very impractical.  Yes, wholly unreasonable.  But, for me, it was a sure fire way to get under Beady's skin!  I could just see his face when he met me at the shipyard gate and hear the words, "You're not getting on MY ship with those shoes.  Are you crazy?  That's a major safety hazard!!"  So often he's such a Dudley Do Right.

      So I toyed with the idea for a few days, fully prepared to take a pair of flats so I could accommodate the anxiety he would adopt after seeing the offending shoes.  But in the end I chose to forgo said pair of heels.  It was a difficult decision in that I hadn't seen him in a long time and wanted to make a good impression.  Long, blond hair down and expertly set, blown perfectly by a gentle breeze off of the nearby water.  A pair of skinny jeans which would "acknowledge" the recent weight loss I had achieved.  The beautifully feminine sweater I had just purchased for such an occasion and those tremendously tall and striking high heels.  I wanted him to see what he'd been missing all of those months in one gorgeous snapshot.  Oh boy, do things ever really go that way for any of us?


A bit how I felt as he escorted me onto the ship!
At last, the day was upon us and I headed to San Diego with a lightness in my step, sans spiky heels.  I waited anxiously at the gate and when he finally arrived to meet me, I was completely overtaken.  
With the ship.  Did you think I meant with him?            

 She was a monster!  I couldn't believe the height, the length; she was incredibly imposing in one breath, then a monument of beauty in another.  I was suddenly fearful of climbing aboard, as if somehow I would get lost in her deepest, darkest depths, yet I couldn't help but move towards her, she was so exquisite.





 



The next 20 hours were amazing.  I met most of the crew (including Lena), got an incredibly thorough tour of the ship, and gained a new found respect for my husband as I sat quietly in his office and watched him work as the captain.  Who was this guy?  Why is everyone being so respectful?  Don't they know he can't eat with utensils?  All joking aside, I was so proud of him, so proud of how far he had come and I wished, in vain, his entire family had been with us to soak it all in.  

I couldn't help but think about Big Daddy Mitchell, too.  How he had spent so many years earning a living this way, far from home.  And though I'd had a deep well of respect already for merchant mariners before I boarded the Jean Anne, it seemed to grow infinitely as I walked around, listened, and felt for the briefest of moments what it must be like to choose this life.  Though I know everyone aboard probably saw themselves as fairly ordinary, I saw them as remarkable and forever will.  Who does this?  They do.  Thank you. 

   Oh and my wish for that one gorgeous snapshot?  Here's how I ended up.  Beady gave me a personal tour, but first insisted on dressing me the way a mother might ready her child for that bitterly cold walk to school in the winter.  His most hideous flannel shirt (electrical tape blue and murder scene red) went over that sweater I had so painstakingly selected because the deck was incredibly chilly.  On top of that, an attractive highlighter orange safety vest, so I wouldn't get run over by one of the thousands of cars driven onto the ship that night.  He then handed me crayola yellow ear plugs that stuck over an inch out of my ears ensuring hearing damage wouldn't occur and a rubber band to pull back that beautiful, blond, long hair so it wouldn't get caught on some of the more sharp and unforgiving "things" that might be sticking out on the Jean Anne.  I was sexy, I was hot, at least I knew I was under all of those visually offensive colors.       

     Time slipped by so very fast, as it always does when you're with your mariner, and eventually ran out for us.  But as he walked me off of the ship (he wishes) and lovingly pushed hovered as I stepped gingerly down the gangplank, I just had to mention my aborted plan of wearing high heels for the visit.  He quickly snapped back, no smiles all business, "If you'd done that, you wouldn't have gotten on my ship."  This girl's a lucky one. 

     
     


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