Sunday 20 December 2020

America's Cup Christmas series is done. Don't know winner. Will soon. Guess
for awhile we'll have to find another interest to keep us off the streets and
out of trouble. Perhaps a different sport. Does anyone know of a game called
football? It's not soccer and has little to do with feet. Understand it's real
popular here. Big people run around a field with padding all over their bodies
and crash into each other. Players wear helmets with face guards and tend to
have more teeth than guys who play ice hockey, a game where smaller people also
crash into each other, but their padding is mainly to keep warm. What they call
a ball isn't even spherical. One group of big people tries to move this object,
which is made from a pig and must never be dropped, one direction and the other
gang tries to stop them. Then they go the other way. Throwing people to the
ground is very popular and sometimes they dance. Sounds crazy.

Wanting for once to get into the Christmas spirit (as opposed to spirits which
we have always done) bought a seventy one centimeter (twenty eight inch)
Christmas tree to erect in the cabin. It came with battery operated lights and
snow that doesn't melt (Florida?). We have installed red and white balls,
tinsel, gnomes with our names on them, two sand dollars from Janet Bentley and a
lighted asteroid from the Space Center. We don't have anyone chubby enough to
play Santa, so distaff crew is either an elf or a Muppet and other half the
Grinch. Ho, ho, ho.

As this is Sunday and located in the boat are an old banana and new blueberries,
galley wench has decreed that we maintain tradition of pancake breakfast with
real Canadian maple syrup (Jan's Canadian you know) before trooping to Starbucks
for coffee and internet. Balance of crew bow to no one in ardent enthusiasm for
this culinary delight, but crikey, we also have a thirst for knowledge. Who won
the race? No, don't tell us - la, la, la.

Jack & Jan

P.S. No wind, no race. Poo!