One can only hope

Because today has been a very blustery, rainy, windy day and there was a huge high tide, we had to go and retrieve our boats from the river. The sunfish was caught upriver a bit and Pete was able to walk it back to our mil's house and we got it brought up and moved over to our house. Pete had to wade in to about waist deep - last time this happened, it was me wading in to retrieve pieces of the dock -- let me tell you wet wood is HEAVY! The Tin Drum was much easier because it is just a lightweight old metal boat, so we also got that home. I think there are still pieces of dock floating around, but it looked like most of it was tied down, we will get it all sorted out tomorrow.

As we were busy taking care these things, I couldn't help but hope that the fishing boat (very expensive and big fishing boat that sits primarily about 5 feet from the end of our mil's dock - kinda rude, like parking your car in front of someone's driveway) was rockin' and rollin' around. Would it be interesting if boat which belongs to the violence-threatening neighbors broke from it's mooring and drifted off to crash into the sea wall??? They aren't around this weekend (shockingly) so they didn't secure it with any extra lines, so it might just happen. :)