Australia 2011

I went sailing for the whole weekend, slept on the boat, enjoyed the quiet of the sea. We sailed from Manly, north of Brisbane to anchor between the mainland and Stradbroke Island. I did ask the skipper, Marc, about the lack of a light on the mast as the other boats had them on. He apparently was conserving power, seems he was having a bit of trouble with it. Funny I should ask, I also asked if boats had headlights. No, was the answer to that. Well, you know that was tempting fate. As I raised my eyes at the bright light coming thru the little window, indeed, someone has a headlight. They are called: police. They rousted him for all the bits one must have to be on the water. Gave him a warning ticket. Am I intuitive or what? Later on I got to sat the words that I have not said since 1985, "good night, Marc". That is when my husband passed on. Gave me a funny feeling.