|I found this message taped to the |
galley countertop when I got up to get coffee:
there were actually four squid in the fridge.
I love Mondays because it's the only day all week that I can just think.
This Monday I wrote for a while, but never got to post it because Rigby and I got a ride into town with Mamma and Pappa Smith.
The first thing we did was hit the Seaman's Institute for some nice, hot showers. My mother called when we were on our way. I told her it was our first hot shower in days. She said, "It's good thing you're in the same boat."
The Right Shoes
We spent most of the day wandering around together. We found Smith, after she and her folks had said good-bye, and she took us to a place that has the best ice cream, with graham crackers in it. Then we followed her to the Salvation Army, where I made out big-time: I found a plastic egg carrier, to use for getting eggs (without dropping them in the bilge); a lovely old linen towel; a suctioned tupperware container and two t-shirts (one that reads: Everyone Loves and Irish Girl).
I also finally found my Newport apron at a cool cooking store.
The three of us rendezvoused with Bly and Ms. Jane the first mate for sushi for dinner, and then Ms. Jane and I walked the four miles back to the boat... this time I wore sneakers.
|My new, handy-dandy egg carrier.|
Yoghurt with granola
Graham Central Station Ice cream from the Ice Cream Spa in Newport