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The term "skiff" is loosely applied to all sorts of small boats but to me there's only one type of skiff, and it's pictured above.
Skiff is a funny word, don't you think? I mean really. Say it a few times. Skiff. Skiff. Skiff. It sounds like something is wrong or something is missing, no? Like there should be more to the word but somebody forgot a letter. Or something.
Our very first boats were wooden skiffs. One was a rowboat with oarlocks; the other was like the one above, which used to be pretty standard fare around here. My mother, who loved to crab, would stand on the bow and use the pole end of the crab net to push herself through the shallow areas of our cove. When she saw a crab she'd reach over and scoop him up with the net.
We never really did the whole "tie a chicken neck to a string" method of crabbing other than a few times, maybe. There were so many crabs, we could just sit and wait for them to
The previous paragraph is sponsored by the same portion of a person's brain responsible for "fish tales" or stories about "the one that got away." It's quite
But back to the topic at hand, which
The other day I was reading some entries in my childhood diary
Today is Thursday. I went to school. It was cold. We had a test. It was hard. I rode Thunder when I got home. I watched the Waltons on TV.
This isn't the exact entry I wanted to show you, but this clearly demonstrates that my ability to construct complex sentences is no further developed at age 45 1/2 than it was at age 9. Seriously.
But once again we really must
April 26, 1974
Today I went to school. I came home and rode Thunder, my pony. It is hot! We went over Charlie's house and borrowed his skift (sic), which is a little boat. Daddy had to do something under the dock. I had chicken for supper.
See? Even then I thought something was wrong with the word. Skift sounds more like a complete word, there's nothing missing. Skiff sort of leaves you hanging, wondering where the rest of the word is. It's like saying "adriff" instead of "adrift."
p.s. Remember, the sinus pressure is limiting the amount of blood and oxygen flowing to my one and only brain cell. Please tune in tomorrow, when hopefully the Mucinex--or a sledge hammer--has released some of the death grip of pressure on my sinus cavities.
*Ridiculosity is definitely a word. You'll find it just before "skift" in any dictionary.