So much in life seems to be down to luck, to chance, to random and quite unpredictable circumstances and encounters.
If Cat hadn’t had died when he did, I shouldn’t have been looking at sites with cats needing homes, and looking at them with my friend Sue across the pond. My search was restricted to London. Sue, in Houston was looking at a larger canvas. It was she who spotted MasterB.
Oh Happy Day!
If Mother had not nursed geriatrics and thus become more aware than most of how many people become trapped in houses where they cannot manage the stairs, my parents might not have moved to a pre-need bungalow in East Anglia when they retired.
Had Mother not moved into sheltered housing I shouldn’t have been forced to think about where I could stay when I visited her. Had I had a higher salary, I might have been able to afford a second home nearby. As it was, the solution I found was a boat. My boat. Das Boot. My twenty-five foot floating home from Home.
I hesitate to link this to the weekly photo challenge – I have already put up two posts there this week – but despite my continuing ignorance about boats, my landlubber’s distrust of wobbly pontoons, and the expense of maintenance and mooring fees, being afloat for a thee or four days every few weeks throughout the season (I no longer stay there in the depths of winter) contributes materially to my mental health and wellbeing.
These photos, taken over the weekend, may help to explain why.
Just magical. And proof of silver linings.