Did I ever tell you after I separated I went to a psychic- I was so eager to do so as my life felt like a blank slate in so many ways. Drop dead curiosity drove me there.
She told me many truths of the past that she could not have possibly known- unless she was, you know, magic. Sceptics please form a line to the right.
She told me about what I did for a living, about my failed marriage, that I would not have money problems (this was a huge relief and has been true) in fact that I would do well (whose definition?) and that I would meet a wonderful man near water.
Ocean? Lake? Fish tank? A glass of water?
These things are never made clear by psychics who want you to return for $60 a visit.
Soon after, a group of men ended up in front of our cottage fishing. The fishing is good there. There are “plenty of fish”. I said “what’s for dinner?” just to be cute. They weren’t funny or smart which are both important to me. I threw the fish back in.
Last weekend, I was hanging laundry outside when I heard splashing and grunting around our raft. I saw a man, a mutt and an overturned fishing boat- all struggling.
I ran down to the lake- “Are you ok?” “What happened?”
He caught a fish in the bay, his crazy mutt got crazier and overturned the boat. This guy had towed it and its heavy motor sort of tied around his neck as he swam (no lifejacket) for half a kilometre.He was fully clothed with his sunglasses, sneakers and cap on and a wicked stench of rye. I am no engineer but he proceeded to do some strange things in 6 feet of water to try to right his boat which was 3/4 submerged. His can or worms was floating just to the left of him.
I kept looking around to see if this was an elaborate prank.
I gave some advice ( he was not smart or funny) and found myself and my mom towing his boat to shore.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket, water spurting and minnows jumping out, and asked for my number.
This was obviously not my water boy.