Dearest Friends,
What I discovered after John's first shore-leave was that, no matter how many great friends I now had, nothing could make up for having to put John back on that boat after so few days at home (especially knowing how unhappy it made him), and nothing could make me panic like going too many days without a letter from him. One time I went a whole week without a letter, and was just about convinced there'd been some terrible accident offshore, when finally a pile of letters showed up all at once. Whew!
On April 14th, I got word that John would be home on the next boat, putting him in right on time. Woohoo! The next morning, however, it was still dark when I woke up, which was weird. Then I realized it kinda hurt just to breathe. What the...?! Turned out we were having a doozy of a dust storm. Luckily it was a Friday, so I didn't have to go to work in it. Instead I settled in for a bit of sewing, to pass the time until John arrived. When he still hadn't shown up by 4:00, I decided to go call the office. They told me the boat was here, but it couldn't pull alongside to unload due to the bad weather. I sat around feeling sorry for myself (and for John!) the rest of the evening. At least I had t.v. There was absolutely nothing to do on those boats. I'm not sure if they even had beds for everyone!
The next day, after worrying about him all night long, I got word that they weren't sure if he was even on that boat or not! Sure enough, his boat was still out at the construction barge, unable to leave because of the storm. He finally made it in late on the 18th, two days before the grand opening of my boss' new shop, which meant I got to work overtime the whole time he was there. He'd only been home four and a half days when we got word that his boat was leaving the next morning. Talk about depressed! Fortunately for us, the weather turned bad again, and this time it worked in our favor. He got one more day at home.
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