|I found a bottle of wine with tall ships on it en route to the party, |
displayed here by Mr. Splat.
Last night after getting dinner all ready, I left it in Harrison's capable hands to put on the table and went to rent a car at the airport. From there I drove 35 minutes to Kure beach to meet old friends.
I got there just in time: my friend's five-year-old was making a sign that said, "Welcome to our party."
While the adults had long, meandering conversations about food and history and school, the kids entertained us by telling stories or saying funny things.
|I told Eve and Harrison how much I enjoyed this. |
They said I could read them bedtime stories anytime.
Returning to the boat on Monday morning, this was the metaphor that came to mind. I felt like my inner compass had been boxed. I was reminded that certain things are constants, even when everything else around me is changing.
|Yeah! Crew Appreciation: Cap hands out gift |
certificates for ice cream.
On Tuesday we get a new chief mate, and on Wednesday we set sail for Long Island. So, like every good sailor, I worked on my day off. I went provisioning when I got back from Kure Beach. I bought about $500 worth of groceries - about 45 pounds of which was meat!
Louisiana Hash from the Dixie Grill (just as good as it sounds)
Watermelon slushie from Sonic, where the waiters still roller-skate to your car (except ours didn't. Lame.)
One scoop Turtle Cheesecake, one scoop Pecan Praline ice cream