14 March 2012 | St. Maartin
Geez!!! I know, I know, I know! I haven't written anything for a dog-gone long time but I just haven't been inspired. I should be because we are in our favourite place and life is good. Perhaps too good. The air is cool, low humidity, lots of places to explore and, most importantly, regularity in my habits.... so to speak. Much better than when we are sailing and I have to suck it up (as she says.) Yes, I must repeat, life is good here.
As the picture shows, we had a visit from one of my favourite caretakers and also my favourite play pal. As you can see, I have him in the palm of my hands. :)
When I was in Canada I stayed at his pad for a week on my own. Dog paradise! Jason let me sleep ON THE COUCH! I got walked and played with and fed (copiously, by normal standards) and taken for drives and groomed. During the day I got to loll around all I wanted and had the place to myself while he toiled away at more mundane activities. I really was glad to see him again and wanted to show him a good time. So, he got to walk me and feed me and throw sticks for me, but NO SLEEPING ON THE COUCH! She was here.
When we don't have guests, we kind of have a routine. I like to laze around until 9 or 10 before deciding what the crew should be up to. Generally, I make a weekly list of activities and chores to be done and hope that the crew follows through. That hasn't been the case however. Then the next week I reenter the same chores and add to the list. The chores keep expanding as the weeks go on and the book is almost full. Few tasks have been completed however. There's still all the stainless to polish, the boat to wax, the barnacles to scrape, etc., etc., etc. If I took a picture of the swim ladder and posted it, maybe embarassment would work. Or else I need a whip! hmmm. Maybe I should treat-train them...
She likes to get away on her own in the morning to do some mysterious activity involving "dumb bells and weights and machines?" Then "GOD" (Guy) and I share some private time at the beach, or the grocery store, or the chandlery, or the boat. Wherever. It is heaven.
Eventually we have to pick her up somewhere and then the day settles into the uninspiring part. This involves them eating. Not me for some reason, although I do my best coaxing and tricks to change that. It doesn't seem to work however. For some reason every islander thinks that I'm FAT! She gets really upset and clarifies that I am wearing my winter coat! "It is pretty cool here after Grenada and she has to bulk up!" She stresses about everything, so somehow I seem to be on something that limits my food intake? I think it's called a diet?
Anyhow, I don't get to eat at lunchtime. Then they have a board game involving letters and rows and columns. She wins and then he goes off in a huff. The afternoon wears on and then we or "God" and I go to shore. Then Happy Hour, supper and to bed. Not all that quickly, but just to keep it brief.
Here is a bit of interesting news. It is supposed to be a surprise for me, but they forget that I am a master of linguistics and understand all that garble they make. It seems we will be going to live on land for a while and visit the Great White North. Apparently they have some kind of residence that travels on land and we will move from place to place, much as we do at sea. A few weeks here, a few there and no hurricanes to worry about. It sounds good, but I will have to do my inspection of it first. I sure hope they have a couch! Funny me, huh?
Arf, arf, arf in real lingo,