Spent the morning watching Gene clean out the storage area behind the port settee. We (Gene) have been cleaning mold and mildew with vinegar for the last few days. Gene has climbed or squeezed into all the nooks and crannies and I have washed all the goodies stored in all the nooks and crannies. Peregrine is starting to smell fresher.
Day one was the anchor-chain locker. Day two, the storage under the V-berth.
Air tanks, extra sails and sewing machine under Gene's berth.
Behind the port setee.I took an afternoon walk and got lifer #929: Ruddy-breasted Seedeater. It was another day in paradise, but the late afternoon sun was like a broiler and I was feeling a bit third-degreed when I got back to P. I stripped my clothes and got a towel wrapped around me. I got my field guide, sat at the nav-station computer and downloaded my photos. Gene was playing Texas Hold-um on his computer and was spewing profanities while I tried to concentrate. I suggested that maybe he should go for an evening walk rather than getting so angry at the computer card characters for whipping his arse, but he was not hearing any of it. While he played and ranted, he was having blue cheese and crackers appetizers. I was reading about Tropical Checkered Skippers. I half heard his outbursts-- 'impossible' 'inconceivable' (I do not think you understand the meaning of this word.), but I definitely got the slammed down cheese knife full bore and jumped out of my Morphos (well, skippered) induced trance. This was intolerable! I got dressed and headed for happy hour and civilized people.
I joined a table of old salts and realized I was also an old salt and that I lived in the best Retirement Community around. Oh, there are kids and young adults, but most of us are retired and have spent some time at sea. A lot of the long term people here have not circumnavigated, but have been floating around the Caribbean for as many years as it has taken us to get to this spot (12 years). There are some characters around.
Gene wandered up after my first special of the day (Thursday is Rum Punch Day) and joined the group.
We came back to Peregrine about 8:30 and I was hungry. I have been trying to count calories so I opted for Vongole. The clams are not laden with calories, but pasta isn't cheap. I ate more than I should have, but it wasn't obscene.
It is now 11:00 and I am on my third wine (4 oz), or was that fourth? I have a bit of a buzz, but not so much that I can't go for a few laps in the pool before a hot oatmeal soap shower.
It could be woise!