“Rigging Gear…or Drinking Beer?” –Recovered & Re-posted!

(From November 15, 2007)

George is working down at the harbor with Brett and my dad each day, overhauling crab pots and getting the boat ready for the Dungeness crab season, which is set to start in December. He leaves the house each morning at 7 a.m. and returns each evening at 6:30 p.m.

I spent yesterday working on this blog, emptying the dishwasher, getting a crockpot meal going for dinner, moving Vince from baby swing to bouncy seat and back again, and cleaning up the three-inch thick layer of baby powder that Eva flung around her room while she was supposed to be napping.

My friend, Tish, came to visit me in the late afternoon. When she left for Jazzercise at 5 p.m., I started my countdown to George’s arrival home. When 6:30 p.m. came and went, I waited for a little while. 

Finally, at 6:32 p.m., I called his cell phone.

“Where are you?” I implored.

“I’ll be home in fifteen minutes,” George answered.

Fifteen minutes? Where are you?” I asked again, knowing full well where he was. “It doesn’t take fifteen minutes to get home from the harbor!”

“Well, twelve minutes, probably,” he said.

“Yes,” I answered. Twelve minutes made more sense.

But then he said something else.

It was hard for me to hear what he said over the music to “You are My Sunshine,” from Vince’s swing in the dining room, and Eva’s yelling for her fifth bottle of milk from the kitchen. But I was pretty sure what I heard him say.

“You’re drinking BEER?” I asked.

“We’re rigging gear!” George answered.

“Oh!” I said. “I thought you said you were drinking beer!”

“Well,” he replied. “We just did have a beer while we rigged the gear.” 

 “But we never stopped working!”


  1. This was so worth looking for! I’m glad it wasn’t lost forever! Soooo funny! I could write one just like it, and put Patrick’s name in place of George, and something office related in place of rigging gear. This same story plays out here ALL the time! So much in common! ‘Finally, at 6:32’ Ha!

    • Lori, SO true! G is infamous for what we call “George time.” When he says thirty minutes, he means an hour and thirty minutes. When he says “I’ll be home in six weeks,” I know it will really be ten weeks! So funny!

  2. Agh! Mirror into my life! We have this same conversation a lot. And there usually is a combination of rigging gear and drinking beer going on while I’m in the middle of major meltdown at the house. I’m sure Mike cringes every time he gets my 6:32 phone call!

    • Ha ha! I love your comment! I know it. Sometimes I want to say to G, “Let’s trade places. How about I go down to the harbor to rig gear and drink beer while you come here?”

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