Sometime between the beginning of August and the Labor Day Weekend, we had a board go missing on our pier. I vaguely remember noticing a board that seemed loose and thought I should go get a hammer to hammer in the nails that had popped up. But somewhere between the pier and the shed I was distracted, more than likely by a squirrel, and never fixed the board. (yes I realize that this paragraph exhibits some of the most horrendous sentence structure know to the free world. I don't care)
But one obviously missing board is no problem, right?
I've had this recurring dream my whole life about walking on a pier when the boards start falling off and the pier starts getting taller and taller and taller and I'm trying to navigate large 5 board gaps. I'm always small- as in my 5 year old self, not as in thin and wiry model small- and I'm always struggling to leap the great divides. You can go ahead and try to shrink me, but I already know it all means
I'm crazy I'm a lunatic not all my puppies are barking I need more wine.
Anyway, if my 5 year old self can manage a 5 board gap (even in my dreams) certainly my 35 year old self can manage a 1 board gap. Riiiight.