Aunt Dar suffered from a chronic condition which led her to pain pills. Occasionally, the docs would over prescribe, or Auntie would be given a “cocktail” combination that sent her flying. One year while chartering in the BVI’s I called home to have a report that Dar was hallucinating. I asked to speak to her, and she told me, in a whisper only I could hear “everyone is so upset because I am seeing things but I am with Robin Ventura at a gin mill”. Aunt Dar, I miss you so much. So with caring for Aunt Dar behind us, but with regret about now leaving two grandchildren instead, we took off November 3rd for the warmer climes of the South, once again. More adventures ahead and friends to meet. On our third night out we anchored in my favorite spot at the South end of the Alligator Pungo canal. This anchorage is wide and big and well protected; there are swaying reeds and pine trees, turtles and mermaids. It is a great refuge from a man with gun taking pot shots at cruisers on the ICW. I’m not kidding. No one got hit and the Coast Guard dispatched local law enforcement to find out what the heck Guy with Gun was up to. Perhaps making a point about gun control. Perhaps shooting at the mermaids.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Cruising Again after a Year of Changes
A year of changes. We built a house and watched as our friends still cruising headed South. Other friends took full time jobs, beat cancer, lost to cancer, became land cruisers, got new dogs, and started to date again. We took on new friends, neighbors with similar tastes and drinking habits. We rejoiced, and we mourned. On July 10th we were blessed with our grandson, Sullivan Elias.