Saturday, April 26, 2014
I woke up at about 1:30am because I heard noises. Someone was approaching the V-berth. I thought one of the girls must be coming to see me - nighttime visits are not unheard of around here. I registered that whoever it was had a flashlight, which was odd, but not impossible.
"Honey? Are you okay out there?" I called.
As the intruder turned and started pounding up the companionway, I came fully awake and realized what was happening. And I started screaming my head off.
"Help! Help! There is someone on my boat! Please help me!" I jumped out of my hatch and kept screaming as the man raced away down the dock. The otherwise silent, still dock.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
We are on our way home from holidays, and, once again, we are one man down. When we booked, I was annoyed that our flight schedule would force us to stay an extra night in Cairns. Now, I am grateful that we have an extra day to chase the bugs away before getting back on a plane.
Illness happens. Anyone with a school-age child or a family member who travels understands that viruses invade with depressing regularity. And cruisers, moving from place to place, joining one community after another, understand this as well as anyone. Sometimes there is a clinic nearby - sometimes not. So, what do you do to stay healthy on the water, and to fight sickness when it comes?
Friday, April 18, 2014
I haven’t slept in nine days. I don’t mean that in a cool, James Bond, I’m-in-a-tiny-room-with-a-bright-light-being-tortured-for-the-location-of-the-secret-files kind of way. No rescue missions required. No, I’m just on vacation with Erik and the kids. And I’ll tell you something: sleeping on land is the worst.
Friday, April 11, 2014
I've never been a cold weather fan. This is no secret. But this new development does worry me just a little. It is not a good idea for my body to turn tropical. For one thing, my home is back at 43 N. I remember the scritch-scritch of snowpants and wearing two layers of grandma's knitted mitts. I dread and respect black ice. I know that when half a meter of snow falls overnight, you don't call in the army - you just trade head-shakes with your neighbours, send someone to Tim Horton's for a round of double-doubles, and get shovelling.