Tuesday, April 4, 2017

A sail, a sail on a beautiful day.

From the other day up the mast


Our good friend Michelle came up from Palm Beach to go sailing with us Monday.




With light wind behind us we sailed wing in wing - mainsail to starboard (right) and jib to port (left).


On our sail


a bird flew aboard and stayed with us for about 20 minutes.  So cute.  It hopped along the floor. Finally just flew off.





And some jet skis around

On the way back into the slip we saw a heron posing on top of the mangroves. 






We've also seen a few other amazing animals other days.  This one is endangered.  We picked him up but a person said, "Don't let the ranger see you do that." and put him down.




At the local aquarium.   Amazing color. A seahorse - some think these are like unicorns - too incredible to be real.




The many sounds of the marina
 soothing to me.   We have the soft sound of a whoo, whoo train that goes by several times a day and night; that low woooo ooo as it passes the road intersections.
Walking down the dock there's the fairly loud whrrr of the wind in the boat shrouds, the gurgle of  water coming out of boats' air conditioning outflow, an occasional startling slap-flap of a fish jumping straight up and coming down on the water, low talking on some boats, hose spray cleaning boats, always the hum of an electric tool's motor somewhere either on a boat, in the marina or from the nearby boatyard at work and the ever present beeps of a big vehicle backing up or the phone or the microwave or some unknown source that causes us to say, "Where's that coming from?"

At the end of the day - today was pretty cloudy, so no sunset, but I saved 3 bucks off the dryer fee and dryed my sheets on the life lines on a windy day for scent, ease, and 'cause I'm cheap and cannot do this at home (stupid condo rules).


BOOKS: Just finished: The Nature Fix  - a must read - by Florence Williams,  Clementine, the Life of Mrs. Winston Churchill by Sonia Purnell and  Upstream by Mary Oliver. Now reading Savage Beauty, The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay - my favorite poet - by Nancy Milford - excellent with  more detail than some may want.