Another day has arrived. It's crack of dawn and my body-clock goes; "it's a glorious new day! get up!" Opening the door for the cat I hear a hard drumming. Looking up at the palmtree all lit up, I realize the oilrig is moving! Over all the treetops this 'apartment complex' with lights to equal daylight, is slowly gliding past our palmtree.
The drumming is the tugboats hard at work. One in front to keep the waterways clear. Two in front of the oilrig - pulling hard, two at the sides - pushing with stability, and two at the back - pushing hard. this way or that way or the midway..., and following in the back the last tugboat keeping watch and be on the ready to assist. The street down below has a lot of traffic, uncommon for a sleepy Sunday morning, - it must be people who knew of the move and came to watch from shoreside. In no time the seemingly slow moving rig, has floated passed us and is on its way to start work somewhere, pumping gas or oil. We sure live in an area where we can observe amazing things.
