Describe a Houseboat Trip to Me

MONDAY: DAY THREE

Our last day on the river. I rose alone early to watch the sunrise from the upper deck. Barb & Bill had already left. They would return to our first beach location at noon. We would meet there. Then we would start the trip back. It would be time for me to take MY BOAT home.

We had brought our phone in case of an emergency or a problem at the office. There had been neither. I didn’t want to go back to the office. I called Mom. I always call Mom when I need bucking up. She wasn’t surprised that I was piloting a 52 foot houseboat on the Mississippi. I was always doing things that most people didn’t think a little girl should be doing. After all, I was the first girl in our local Little League.

Mom told me to stop being a “silly goose.” Charlie and I would be back. Everything must end sometime. There are times when my Mother is just too sensible. I don’t want to take MY BOAT back.