I scoured the tub for Eth's bath, chosen instead of shower, and the sink for his hair wash
preceding the bath. He was full of puppy - hair, face, body. He likes to get into what I call the gated community (baby gates surrounding the 2 puppies) and play with them. He laughs with glee as he plays and watches their responses, however predictable. The bath time which loses traces of puppy recently has lost the usual toys because: It is Time for pirate ships to sail in the ocean! Amazingly, some of the tiny cardboard ships do float and imaginations take sail.
- the real ocean from the front deck.
Sea-Fever"I must down to the seas again,
to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship
and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick
and the wind's song
and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face,
and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again,
for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call
that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day
with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray
and the blown spume,
and the sea-gulls crying."
(John Masefield 1878-1967 English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967)
