26 February 2012 | Thompson Bay, Long Island
The wind did start to blow today. Bud wanted to get more water, both before the wind got too strong and before they ran out. Since it's Sunday, Long Island Petroleum will only be open a few hours, so he got up about 7 AM to get ready to go. Neither of us usually sleep that late, but Bud took his turn with Fuzzy last night, so when Fuzzy woke me up at about 11:30 Bud took him out on deck. We put the deck light on, put his leash on him and take him out on the foredeck. In a few minutes he pees. We wash it off with a bucket of salt water we have ready and bring him back down. He seems to settle down then, but he won't come back to the berth and we can't leave him on his own, so one of us gets a bad night's sleep on the setee in the salon. I'd done it for two nights in a row, so Bud did it last might. I got up at 5 and let Bud sleep from 5 until 7, then the day began.
Anyway, Bud made two more trips for water. He got 40 more gallons, so altogether he's gotten 80 gallons. We are still down about 10 or 15 gallons in the starboard tank. While he was going for water I asked him to check the store for ammonia. One of the other cruisers told Bud they do their hand wash with ammonia and they don't have to rinse the clothes. The ammonia will evaporate along with the water. Since the laundromat is not open here in Salt Pond and we aren't sure what we have to do with the boat with the leaking rudder stock, I wanted to do some laundry by hand. Bud brought back the ammonia and I did two bucket loads. I used the same water, starting with the underwear and ending with some shirts and one pair of shorts. I hung them out on the life-lines where the rising wind whipped them around quite a bit. I'm not sure how clean they are, but they smell nice from the sun and wind.
This afternoon Bud made another batch of conch stew. We thought we ought to take Fuzzy ashore for a bit, since otherwise he spends the days sleeping (then he's up at night) and Bud needed to bruise the conch (bruise is the official word for beat the heck out of it with a plastic hammer). So we took the conch, the cutting board, the hammer and Fuzzy and headed for the beach. Fuzzy and I walked while Bud pounded. It's all I can do to get Fuzzy to walk a few hundred yards up and down the beach. Even at that he gets a bit tottery at times. It's very hard to see his decline, it's so pronounced this year.
We came back and I worked on some sewing while Bud worked on the stew. We've been officially in the tropics for 5 weeks now, and my pajamas have long pants and long sleeves. I tried to find shorty pajamas before we left Florida, but in the fall in north Florida they weren't selling them. I finally gave up and cut the sleeves off two of my pajama tops. Bud says they look like muscle shirts, but they are a lot more comfortable.
Fuzzy had his supper and we had delicious conch stew. We took Fuzzy to the beach one more time, and that was it for the day. We didn't tackle the rudder post because Bud wants to be sure businesses are open and help and parts available before he tries something. I did spray WD-40 on the bolts before I made up the bed.
No picture, I have internet and posted the others, but dirty laundry didn't inspire me.