What day is it ?
08 March 2014 | Salinas, Puero Rico
I've no idea what day it is, in fact it's Friday, but for the life of me I thought it was Thursday. The same thing happened last week, and last week we found out it was actually Friday when we turned up at the snack bar to find the Barbeque was being set up. This only happens on a Friday, so it must be Friday, and the same thing happened this week. The odd thing is that it's not just me, Jackie is losing days too, somehow the week has only four days in it. We're fine with the weekends because once we realise that it's Friday we can keep a track on Saturday and Sunday, cause that's when the bay is full of party boats and day sailors, all who like to show off their in boat sound systems, which compete for whose got the loudest, and most crass music.
But to get back to this losing a day business, it's most curious, as we start each Monday knowing exactly what day it is, it's Monday, because Monday is the first day of the week, after the weekend. Have we somehow slipped back into a time warp and are living in the 70's and Edward Heaths four day week. If you're from anywhere other than the UK you probably won't understand that at all, but never mind, you could always look it up in google.
This particular week my sense of time had slipped by Wednesday, when I thought it was Tuesday. We had arranged to have our bottom scraped by Gilbert, who said he could do the job, Wednesday, or Thursday. We had arranged this with him one day last week, which was Thursday, but then again it could have been Friday. He turned up on Tuesday, although he insisted that it was Wednesday, and being the kind of people who hate to cause a fuss, we're English, we let him go ahead and do the job anyway, especially as he'd made the effort to come along with all his gear and was ready to start. I tried to tell him that he was a day early, but as he doesn't speak a word of English, and my Spanish is patchy, to say the least, so we just let him carry on and in a couple of hours we had a nice clean bottom.
We're still waiting for our lost, and stolen bank card replacements to arrive from the UK, so on Tuesday we arranged a transfer of money, via Western Union, although by now we had lost a day and when we travelled to Ponce in our rent a car it was already Thursday, but we knew it was only Wednesday, and the week was still young. That was until we arrived at the marina snack bar this afternoon to find that the tables were all set up for barbeque Friday, and that was it, the curious tale of the missing day had happened yet again.
Is it something to do with being at sea, although of course we're not at sea, we're just floating about in the bay at Salinas, going no-where. This was due to the lack of a bolt for our bit of kit that pulls up our anchor, the windlass, which we had ordered from a guy in Scotland. He said, that I would be able to track it's progress across the States from Monday, and sure enough come Monday I found my part was in San Juan. There was a good possibility it would be with me in Salinas by Tuesday. On Tuesday it was in Salinas, and I received it on Wednesday morning, or was it Tuesday. Anyway I fitted it on Wednesday, or Thursday and went to Ponce to collect my money the next day, which was Friday. No hang on I must have got it on Tuesday, because all day Thursday we we're in Ponce, thinking it was Wednesday, when really it was Thursday, because when we went to the marina snack bar today, it became clear that it was actually Friday, and again we'd lost a day.
Einstein would probably be able to explain all of this with some clever mathematical formula about moving objects and the time coefficient as seen from a moving tram and a clock in the square. There will be an explanation, but for the life of me I don't know what day it is, and perhaps that's a good thing. Maybe we've thrown off the shackles of the working week and are free falling, living from day to day, just being. Be here now, a book I read many years ago, about being in the moment, the only time that mattered, a sort of zen concept. That's it, we're in the moment, but we haven't a clue which moment, moreover, what day it is. Hang on, I do know that today is Friday though, because they're having a barby at the snack bar, and tomorrow is the weekend.
Well that's alright then, lets see how we go on with next week.