Randomly Something

It's like we're always moving!
It’s like we’re always moving!

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:

oxidize
source: http://www.thefreedictionary.com

Now that doesn’t make any sense whatsoever. Or maybe I’m just being blonde again. Remember the timeย 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…

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17 thoughts on “Randomly Something”

  1. Ha! It’s like when people find out you’re a writer. I always get, “Like, of books? Do you get paid to write?” Ugh. Stereotypes ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  2. Spray some hairspray on your zippers when they get stuck. It happened to my ski bag last year, and my friend showed me this nifty trick ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. Did the hairspray work? BTW, metal zippers do get oxidized and sticky, the metal is combining with oxygen from the air and making an oxide combo, which rubs off or sticks. But plastic zippers can get sticky from salt water and just need to be washed. And I love many things French, the whales on the bay, and your writing.
    Your neighbor Jan (who used to teach chemistry and is blonde, hah!)
    Leonard, post this comment please!:)

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  4. Montreal isn’t “real Canada?” What, is it Canada’s Dallas or something? People are weird. That’s why I go out of my way not to engage. I just don’t have the energy for that kind of greeting. “HI THERE. Oh. You’re one of THOSE. We hate you.”

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    1. It’s that French hate. Do you know how many times people have told me they hate french people and its usually the very first thing they tell me when they meet me? Going out of your way not to engage huhn…

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      1. From what I’ve seen of Canada, every province has it’s own totally unique identity. It’s interesting that you immediately just get labelled as French because French-Canadian is nothing similar to what we know as French in Europe. Personally I think Montreal is awesome, I had a great time there. I loved that the atmosphere was both energetic and relaxed at the same time, and the people were all so friendly ๐Ÿ™‚

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  5. Wow. I didn’t know you could eliminate a city from the country like that. Ok. Dallas is officially not part of Texas. Just because.

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  6. Not part of Canada? I hope the damp invades their cornflakes.

    If you ever sail into the Gulf of Mexico, let me know, I’ll wave from the beach.

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