I have some
tenuous internet access. Dan checked and
solved the problem of the missing “airport” and connected it back up
today. It’s not quite as good as I had
it last year, but that could be my laptop.
I’ll have to check that all out.
Meanwhile I will try to get a blog done.
We arrived
in the harbour 12 days ago and it has been as expected. Sublime, relaxing and very enjoyable. I spent my usual first 2 days of boating,
cleaning the hangar dust and grime off and out of the boat.
It is
spring and the harbour is full of goose families. This year we have about 7 breeding pairs with
lots of goslings everywhere. Right now
they are the adorable yellow little babies that everyone envisions. In no time at all, we will not be able to
tell the goslings from their parents as they grow so fast. Soon they will be what I call the walking
eating pooping machines that leave a mess everywhere they go. But, we have all learned to put up with this
every spring (It is part of living with nature.) by mid-summer this will all be
a memory.
Meanwhile our Marina changed hands over the winter while we were down in Texas. The new owners seem to be very nice and very accommodating. We now have daily access to the “Full Service” Club House restaurant, which is very convenient.
The weather
has NOT been great, so we haven’t been out cruising and swimming off of the
boat yet this year, but we have still had our adventures. Today our Sea-Enna found a dead rotting carp
laying along the shore of the harbour and decided to roll in it. OMG! What a stench!. Dan was sooo angry, with her, he just tied
her to the picnic table and left her there until he calmed down. She knew she was in trouble, (I don’t think
she knew what for, she thought she smelled fine!). But when Dan calmed down, she was hosed down, he then shampooed her and left her tied to the picnic table to drip dry. Dan of course, then had to have a shower, himself. She looked so forlorn. Dan finally calmed down enough to dry her off
and let her back on the boat. She
settled in under the galley table trying to stay out of the way and out of trouble. Later in the afternoon she followed me into
the pilot house and started to climb up onto the pilot house couch and I gave
her a firm “NO’ and she slinked back under the galley table. I then got back to my internet problems and after
a while I suddenly realized she was not under my feet. I went straight to the pilot house couch, but
she wasn’t there as expected. A quick
look down into the captains quarters and there she was, a smelly wet dog, right
in the middle of our bed. And I just
finished washing that quilt yesterday.
She didn’t look guilty or anything.
She just looked up at me curiously, wagging her tail, after all I had not said she couldn’t go on the bed.
So ends the
adventures aboard the Thunderbird for today.
I just hope the internet holds up and I can continue to blog for the
rest of the summer.
I HOPE TO
BE BACK AT YOU SOON
