This was not one of Roy's better days. First thing in the morning, he put on his diving gear and plunged into the cesspool that's known as Baltimore Harbor to get the piece of line off the prop. Fortunately, it was a short piece, so it came right off, and he didn't have to stay down more than a minute. As soon as he got out, he took a shower, and I washed his gear.
When he was dressed, he wanted to ride his bike to a marine supply store, but he couldn't find his red backpack (actually, more like a book bag than a backpack, but that's what we call it.) I loaned him mine, and he took off.
I started sanding the doghouse for the third coat of varnish. When Roy got back, he said the speedometer cable he'd ordered for the Sumlog hadn't come in. He removed the old varnish from the front of the cabin and revarnished it. I varnished the doghouse, and then went to the store.
Just as I was returning from the store, Roy came riding out of the marina on his bicycle. He asked me if I'd seen his billfold. I hadn't. He thought he might have left it on the counter in the store, so he was going to ride over there and see if they had it.
I took the groceries to the boat and put them away. Then I went to the aft cabin to look for his billfold. Almost immediately, I found his red backpack, right where it belonged. Seconds later, I found his billfold. Presumably, he'd taken it out of his pocket when he changed pants and laid it down. Then he forgot about it and didn't remember what he'd done with it.
I tried to phone the store to let Roy know I'd found his billfold, but I didn't know the name of the store. By the time I'd phoned around and gotten the number, Roy had left.
When he got back to the boat, he said, "I hope you found my billfold."
To tease him, I said, "I hope you had a nice ride."
He repeated, "I hope you found my billfold." Then I told him I'd found his billfold and his backpack as well. Was he surprised and happy!
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