Wednesday was a day spent primarily aboard. After breakfast, Cindy spent most of the morning and early afternoon organizing and managing her artwork on the computer. I spent the same time, primarily, studying for my upcoming board recertification.
We also attempted to readjust our attachment to the mooring ball. Most of the other boats have pulled as much of the mooring line as possible up onto their boat to get close to the ball. This is because, between the wind and the current, the boat does crazy things in relation to the ball. Often, the ball ends up beating and scraping along one hull or the other. We have squiggles of blue antifouling paint just above the waterline on each hull and our mooring ball is now adequately covered with blue paint to not need a bottom-job for a couple of years. I’m still not happy with the way we have it, but at least it’s not beating up our hull right now and scraping off all the bottom paint.
Around 5 pm, we went in for dinner at the Matanza’s Inn Restaurant. When leaving on our dinghy, we could feel the wind picking up and see dark clouds and lightning in the background. By the time our entrees were brought to the table the storm was upon us. One could barely see any boats on the mooring field due to the driving rain and wind. For about a half an hour, mother nature let us have it. Approximately 2.5” of rain fell in that half an hour. Cindy made the comment how that she was glad she was not on Beatitude. I replied how I wished I was. We couldn’t see her and I was a little worried about her, given that we had just adjusted the mooring lines. Would she still be there when it was all over?
Well, the rain let up as we finished dinner. We went to the laundry room for wifi for a little while before returning to the boat. Our dinghy had two or three inches of water in the bottom when we returned. Draining it had to wait until we returned to Beatitude and lifted her up out of the water on her davits. Therefore, I removed my shoes and socks and we sloshed our way back to our boat. Thankfully, Beatitude was right where we left her and all was well.
Thursday was a busy day. Our friends, Carson and Hope, let us borrow their VW Passat to drive into town for some errands. After eight total stops we made our way back to the boat, dinghy overflowing with odds and ends: Deep Woods Off, Thermacell, cables and locks for the dinghy, soda and water, groceries, wine and spirits, and much more. Once back aboard Beatitude we put things away, relaxed and prepared to have Carson and Hope over for dinner.
Thunderstorms passed by to our south and north, but, as if under the direction of some benevolent guide, avoided us altogether. A little blustery wind between 5 and 6 p.m. and it was all over. After our guests arrived at six, we enjoyed a delectable meal of grilled salmon and asparagus, rice, and apple pie for dessert. Carson and Hope then taught us to play chicken-foot, a really fun and simple domino game. We reciprocated by teaching them to play golf, one of our favorite card games. I played the gracious host and finished last in chicken-foot, although I did make a respectable second place showing (behind my wife) in golf. Our evening, muggy and still, was great fun.