Today I am wearing capri pants and a long sleeve t-shirt. I am either sick or I am turning native. I actually feel cold. How weird is that, living this close to the equator.
This is the long weekend of August in Canada, and it is also a celebrated holiday in Trinidad celebrating the emancipation of slavery. (JJ that's HOW many syllables?) Trinidad seems to have a lot of holidays and elections....guess that makes it almost just like home, eh?
The other day Allan yelled to me from the bathroom to "hurry, come quick!". Well I detest bathroom humour with a passion. So I didn't hurry, but I went to him in case he was bleeding or something life threatening. There in the toilet bowl or head, whatever term pleases you, was a fish. It was very much alive, and probably wondering where the hell he was. I wish I had had the restraint to hold off and take a photo of the lil guy for you all to see, but I wanted him out of my toilet bowl. I am not sure if he survived the plumbing to get him out. Maybe he preferred the toilet bowl over the poop and pollution in the harbour. For two weeks now, each time I drop my shorts to go to the bathroom, I have terrors that a shark is going to jump up and bite my bottom. Some days I feel blessed for chronic constipation.
Our neighbours from Florida left the other day to head back to their home state. Before they left, they gave us their clothes washer. It's kind of a neat little thing with the washer on one side and the spinner on the other. It works great, except the spinner. It doesn't work at all, But I can get the job done by hand as long as it isn't too bulky. Now I get so excited just to have laundry hung all over the boat like the other "yachties". We are looking more and more like Jed Clampet's truck all the time. Being the rainy season here, you can bet big bucks that it will rain every day. So unless I get up at 0700 am and have the laundry hung out in the morning sun, there is a good chance it's not going to get dry. I am considering doing the laundry at night and hanging it out. I figure the laundry won't pile up, and I won't lose sleep. Anyone who knows me, knows I can't do 7 am mornings.
Some of you reading this might wonder how I can get so excited to have another person's garbage that only half works. I wonder it myself sometimes. But when you have to hump your laundry any distance, be it blocks or kms, you become grateful for any conveniences. Now I can wash my clothes easily, and we don't have to smell under the arms to see if we can get another day out of a shirt. I know I can change our bed every week now! Or every day if I wanted to! That is totally awesome. These little units new cost $200 US. Maybe I can get one from Santa if I don't complain about anything, not one single thing, from now until Christmas. That's not gonna happen, so I'll be happy with the one that half works.
Tomorrow, I will tell you all about Al's relationship with the air-conditioning unit. :)
I miss you Ryen, I think of you every day, Good night Precious, Be safe. xoxo
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