Living on a boat, everything is or will get damp. One day we’ll figure out where all this moisture is coming from and put an end to it.
Zippers don’t live long. They don’t. They get stuck. I thought the word was oxidized, but when I googled that word it told me this:
Now that doesn’t make any sense whatsoever. Or maybe I’m just being blonde again. Remember the time I got trapped behind a door that doesn’t even shut? Stuff like that does wonders to my self esteem. And words always escape me or they taunt me from the tip of my tongue like five year olds wagging their hips chanting “Naner-naner-naner-nanerbooboo!”
Yesterday, as we sat anchored in Bahia de Banderas (sounds exotic doesn’t it?) we witnessed two whales frolicking nearby. They were so close we didn’t need binoculars to watch them as they breached over and over again and again. Guy: “I saw a deer in my backyard today. I’m so lucky!” Me: “Yeah? I had two whales in mine, so there!” Not that I have to one-up you, I’m just sometimes better that’s all. And don’t even get me going on moisture issues. Last year I threw away a raincoat because it was molded through and through.
All this moisture and we have to make our own water if we want to survive.
We met our neighbors yesterday on our way out to get supplies. Lee told them I was Canadian too (like most Canadians their flag is prominently displayed). “Oh yeah? Where are you from?” As soon as I told them Montreal they immediately answered “We don’t consider that a part of Canada!” Why thank you. I love it when the first thing people tell me is stuff like “Oh I don’t like French people” How wonderful, I’m sure they don’t have much of a taste for you either!
Nice way to start a conversation by ending it is what Lee always says.
I’m a featured writer today the Studio 30 Plus. Please come and visit me, I get lonely. Maybe it’s because I’m French and moldy…