JB started casting the lines at sunrise. As we departed Titusville, a manatee raised its nose out of the water than dove down for breakfast. Camera shy manatees and dolphins joined us all day, while pelicans posed in the sun enjoying mating season. How do I know its their mating season? The head of the male turns pale yellow. :-) Wish you could see it better in this photo.
Sitting on the sofa on the bridge, I enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my body. “This is MY FLORIDA! Sunny and warm!”, I repeatedly rejoiced. Meanwhile, JB was sitting at the helm in the shade and freezing while wearing three layers. I finally tossed him the lap blanket.
At about 2:30 Di Gadwill called. They had looked at the Nimble Nomad in Ft. Piece and wanted to catch up with us. They were only an hour away. They would meet us at the dock. When we arrived at 3:30, we were invited to the Christmas Dock Party in the Captain’s Quarters. Then we learned we had to tell the guard at the entrance gate to let them in. Di called from the gate. “What is your slip number?” That was the last we heard from them for the next 45 minutes. They never answered their phones when we called.
When they finally appeared carrying two beloved cases of Northern Neck Ginger Ale, the laughing never stopped as we caught up on the last month. We were drinking Caribbean Cosmos on top of a bottle of wine. And we forgot to take any photos!
The mystery of them not answering their phones was explained this way. Di had just gotten a new cell phone for Mike. His old one he had “all my life!” But judging by its small size, it wasn’t as old as JB’s fire extinguishers. Don’t ask me how you can do this, but for some reason Di only got him 10 minutes of time on his new phone. (They are so Westmoreland. It may take the summer to bring them up to today’s standards. Believe me, it goes downhill from here.) Mike was carrying both phones and they were both dead! I’m not sure he knows to plug them in!!!
Then there was Di’s phone. She never answered it because it was set to vibrate and not to ring. So she never knew when someone called. (I’m only reporting the conversation.) I asked her if I could see her phone and quickly changed the setting to vibrate with a loud ring. Hopefully, she’ll remember to plug it in.
That being said, Mike started laughing about us going for a two mile hike to get cookie dough than getting a ride back from a realtor. It reminded him of the time when they were newlyweds and Mike needed a ride home. He looked around and saw a Used Furniture Store. Entering the store he asked the proprietor if he was interested in buying his living room furniture. Mike, being a good salesman, talked him into taking him to his home and sold him his furniture. When Di got home from work, there was an empty living room and a grinning Mike with money in his hands.
Question: Where do old hippies go on social security?
Answer: This old man figured out the best place on an old catamaran with the mast rigged to get under bridges! We have seen so many unusual floating homes!
WILL BE BACK TOMORROW!
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