Trying to catch up...
Saturday, yesterday, we mixed and poured concrete all morning for the base of the retaining wall at the front of the pad at the house. After lunch there was very little for me to do it seemed so I asked for and got an hour or so to do laundry. Then I returned to the work site, having hung all my clothes, sheets and towels out to dry, to help out with finishing that section of the wall.
There was the usual Saturday Happy Hour at 4:30. I was in charge of doing the ice. After fulfilling that commitment I took a shower and changed into clean clothes. One of the boat owners brought along his guitar and the words to 2 songs he had written about sailing. The second song was one he wrote that afternoon which contained the names of most (if not all) of the boat names in the anchorage. Both songs were comical and had everyone laughing. It was nice to have a little entertainment for the party.
I was exhausted and after a very light supper I went off to write in my journal but did not get far before I was falling asleep. Bedtime was early and I was sound asleep before 9:30. The next thing I knew it was after 6:00am. Good night's sleep. Must have needed it.
The photographs are currently being uploaded to my ftp site and should be up on the blog page sometime this week. The satellite internet connection here is quite alot slower than even a phoneline connection and is often knocked out entirely by high winds and heavy cloud cover. Combine that with a multitude of people wanting to get on the computer and it gets very difficult to accomplish this task. I'll send out a notification to everyone when the photos are posted.
Today was a quiet day for me. My poor, old, out of shape body needed a rest. Every muscle, tendon, ligament and bone was screaming at me for a rest. So today I took a day to do light work. The bookshelves in the office needed straightening up and some of the counters needed cleaning, so that got done. Then I moved on to tidying up the shirt racks. Refolded all the t-shirts, tank tops and bech cover-ups. It all looks pristene and ready for a rush of boaters to mess it up tomorrow.
Afterwards, about mid afternoon, Mary, Mike, the 2 kids, Fran and I took a walk over to the blow holes. There are, of course, photos. The blow holes, for those of you who don't know, are holds on the rock, carved out over many years of the sea pounding against the rocky shore. the force of the crashing waves applies an upward pressure on the underside of the rock ledges, eventually cutting upward, weakening the structure if the limestone and dead-coral rock. The ceilings of the "under ground" caves do end up collapsing. This creates a blow hole. When a wave cuts in under the hole it forces the trapped air out throught the hole. The younger holes are about 6-15 inches in diameter and the gust of air coming out is very concentrated and, therefore, extremely strong. A bit scary at first... people have been caught of guard and been knocked off their feet or lost a hat. The very old holes are huge. They measure 3, 4, 5 even 6 feet across. When you look into them the air currents are weaker but you can see the water rushing in and out of the caves under your feet or climb inside, as I did.
The RBDF guys went into Staniel Cay with Ray, Larry, Mike, Tom and a few others to watch the Super Bowl Game at the Staniel Cay Yacht Club (where there is satellite TV) so it has been very quiet and peaceful here this evening. Rosemary, Eric, Burgess and I watched "Finding Forrester" after supper. Excellent film! I sent photos during the movie. The poor connection meant I could only send 2-3 at a time. A batch of 4 got "stuck"and never completed sending.
Well, I'm off to bed now.
Posted by gailene at January 26, 2003 11:10 PM