Something Different for this past week
21 April 2014 | Boot Key Harbor
First, I'll start off by saying that I, Carol, am the only one (so far) who has written the posts on this blog. Keith is computer-phobic, and I felt fortunate to get him to post every other post on our blog on eblogger.
I can't remember, also, if all the photo's posted on the blog are mine, so until I view them again for the entire blog, I'll have to say that most of them have been taken by me.
Okay, that's out of the way.
Last weekend, on Sunday, Keith and I decided to ride our bikes down to Publix and pick up a few things. I had not been off the Sue for a while and I was beginning to notice I was losing the mobility I had gained back in the past weeks, so off we rode. This time we switched bikes as I found the bigger non-folding bike was much easier for me to ride than the dock runner.
I must say that when we got to the store, we did end up with a tad bit more than we first figured on as we really were low or out of everything. Puppy pads for Peaches was one of those "must get" items on the list.
Peachy, who is now 18 years old with arthritis starting to progress in her hindquarters, doesn't leave the boat anymore. She sleeps about 98% of the time and joins us on occasion in the cockpit for sundowners.
So, we bought a large pack of puppy pads and I carried them on my bike. I was riding through the parking lot near the AT&T store and decided to tug up my stretchable jean dock pants (they fall just below the knee) to give me more flexibility in pedaling the bike. With the puppy pad bag in my right hand which held the handlebar grip, I moved my left hand over to my right leg to hike up the pant leg a bit - and the right knee caught the puppy pad bag solid between the knee and the handlebar grip on a high peddle. The front tire wenched over to the left as I tried to dislodge the bag and down I went.
Okay, anyone who knows me knows how large I am, so eating blacktop wasn't high on my "to do/bucket list". Although on the ground and a bit shaken up, I watched this dear young man come running out of the AT&T store to offer assistance, of which I'm sure his first thought was to help get me back on my feet. It was so sweet of him, but history tells me that the only person ever to accomplish this task is Keith. He is historically accident-prone, where I am historically a klutz. I fix up his "boo-boo's" and he is sometimes successful at keeping me on my feet or helping me back up if his reflexes aren't quick enough. So, even though this dear young man made a valiant attempt to assist me up off my keister, it was Keith who ultimately got me on my feet.
A little shaken, I seemed okay with only a slightly aching right foot, I did get back on the bike and made it back to the marina, into the dinghy, and back on the Sue where I plopped myself in the cockpit, put my feet up and drank ice water - and stayed there for a couple three hours.
However, when I got up to go down to the galley to make dinner, I discovered I couldn't walk on my right foot. Making my way down into the cabin was very reminiscent of my leg injury from November 2012 (and wouldn't you know? Same leg).
I couldn't walk on the foot, so laid down with it propped up. The next day, I could limp and by the following day after that, all was better - except I caught Keith's cold that he had caught from somewhere. That lasted the rest of the week.
Needless to say, I may have been miserable with that cold, but I was well-rested by Saturday morning when I awoke feeling on top of the world.
Friday, I had discovered on the Internet it was Good Friday. What? My how time flies. Since I was still not feeling up to par, I figured we would skip our Easter Dinner on Sunday.
Saturday, blogger friends from s/v Fugue came by to introduce themselves. We had been following their blog since before we left Seabrook and the information and experiences they blogged were invaluable on our own trip down the ICW. In fact, we essentially followed the same route as their vessel is a Hunter 36' (as ours is) and just one model year apart. We figured if they could get into that certain anchorage or that particular marina - so could we. Not to mention they write a wonderful blog to begin with.
Saturday night, on a whim of a thought, I asked Keith if he could head to the store on Easter morning and pick up whatever he could find for an Easter dinner and we'd have Fugue's crew over for sundowners and Easter Sunday dinner. No problem. Cool.
On Sunday morning, I headed over for a shower while Keith rode to the store. Publix was closed, but Winn-Dixie was open, so he picked up what he could find for a nice Easter Ham dinner.
We saw Ralph (from Fugue) at the dinghy dock, so invitations and acceptances were exchanged.
We had the best and most enjoyable time. As I am a bit of a "hit and miss" cook, I felt lucky to have had the dinner come out fairly good and we didn't wrap up the evening until after 10 pm.
Beverly brought the most delicious fudge. Later on, after the evening wrapped and before going to sleep I had 3 pieces.....lol....it was so good. Today, Keith ate all but 2 while watching a dvd and when he fell asleep, I got the last two....heeheehee. What a treat it was!
So, now, this week will bring more cleaning - weather, health and "boo-boo's" permitting. I still have the last two panels of the enclosure to clean and continue on getting Spring cleaning done. It's going so slow, I probably won't finish until next Spring's arrival. We, also, continue to find ways to build that sail kitty, too.