The lure of the ocean....

My thoughts are so distracted. Jose has been out to see for thirteen days now. No phone calls, no mundane conversations about what Sofi ate, how was work, how many racks did he make, what are the guys doing....So I am to that point now where I call and hang up at the company that buys their fish. I am not sure why, maybe it makes me feel closer to him? Each morning Sofi crawls into bed and asks me, "Where is daddy?" before I can answer she says, "Daddy is working on the boat." Just like that. I know it is on her mind, she has started carrying around a stuffed penguin everywhere, to school, to the store with her friends. Maybe daddy is like a Penguin and he had to make that long trek out to the ocean to retrieve the food for the family. The more I think of it Jose is like a Penguin. He loves the ocean and no matter how far away from the ocean he treks always it is calling him back. Jose loves to eat fish, which is strangely Penguin of him. He also collects rocks. So maybe that is the answer. It does not make me miss him any less, Penguin or not. There is something missing in our lives and we are waiting for our man to come home.