From Luna
17 December 2014 | Ft. Lauderdale Lake Sylvia
Elizabeth
Dear Fans, (Elizabeth is muttering, “Oh please!” in the background but I don’t care). I am studying weather patterns, reading grib files with Ed, listening to our weather consultant, putting my two cents in when Elizabeth and Ed discuss options (they ignore me at times like these). Things are looking favorable for us to leave Florida tomorrow (Yay!). The conditions will be benign (no wind, motoring all the way, exactly how I like it) but probably good for fishing. Ed says, “Maybe we’ll get lucky”. I could care less about that and typically sleep through the whole bloody affair. If it isn’t for me, who cares? That’s my motto. But back to the weather, if we wait longer for better sailing conditions, there’s a cold front forecast for the middle of next week bringing strong winds into the Bahamas. We want to settle in to a protected anchorage (with a long beach for me), wait that out and spend Christmas somewhere nice. I don’t care about holidays unless treats are involved. Then I say, “Bring it on!”
Here’s more about the lives of Elizabeth, Ed and me, the reluctant sailor dog who no longer has a tail. I saw that cute vet yesterday (he gives me nose rubs which make me sort of like him) and got my sutures out. He seemed to like what he saw. I don’t know what he saw, but he liked it. He says I now have permission to swim! You gotta love this guy, right? Ed and Elizabeth are picking up their mail this afternoon and say the important papers will be there and they’re relieved. Ed bought beer and wine yesterday and finished his varnishing. It’s been an interesting stay here in Florida but we are all ready to leave.
A couple of days ago we got yelled at by a mean, rude and angry man when we tried to take a walk in a nearby neighborhood. The first words out of his mouth were aggressive and this made Elizabeth and Ed mad. I was contemplating whether I should stage a “pretend attack” on him except I’ve never attacked anyone before. I figure it’s never too late to learn, right? He told us we were trespassing but we didn’t believe him because we were on public roads with no signs saying Private Property Unless You Drive a Nice Car or No Entry for Cruisers or No Trespassing, Especially If You Have a Dog. The man kept threatening to call the police. Elizabeth argued with him because he kept insisting we were ignoring the signs and she kept saying there are absolutely no signs anywhere. I wondered why everyone seemed so agitated. Ed almost told him to call the police because he was pretty sure we were within our rights to be there. Elizabeth lost her temper and told the man he was being unnecessarily rude. When he kept it up, telling us to go to a marina if we want to walk our dog she used a bad word and I wanted to tell her “Whose being rude now, sistah?” but I thought better of it. As we dinghied away, the man took photos of us. I started to smile and wave, turning my head to show off my good side (I never remember which side that is so I simply turn from side to side) but Elizabeth told me to cut it out. Ed stood up in the dingy and said “Here I am, take all the photos you need!” (Elizabeth told him to cut it out, too) and then we motored away. It was an ugly affair. Sometimes it’s not easy being a dog. Elizabeth says it’s not always easy being human either. I wouldn’t know about that.