Sunday, June 21, 2020

Quarantine Anchorage (Sailor/Wuflu Jail), Grenada – Day 4
12.02.484 N
61.45.411W

Happy Father’s Day !

Why don’t chefs find coronavirus jokes funny? They’re in bad taste.

Today was a day of rest.  Being Father’s Day, Dale requested biscuits and gravy for breakfast, or as Gerry and Nicky would say biscuits and gelatinous goo.  I guess the Brits, Aussies, and Kiwis don’t appreciate our southern cuisine.  Dale was happy.  Savannah has resigned herself to the fact that whatever is served is the only thing available until the next meal and made do.

She did entertain herself either bouncing on the trampoline, playing computer games or reading on her bed for the day.  We often hear what sounds like a war emanating from her quarters; not sure what book she’s reading or if Classified (Teddy’s name) is in deep kimchi.  Dale and I will look at each other wondering what in tarnation is going on, then leave her to it. 

Dale spent the day either reading or snoozing. Thank heavens he hasn’t had to dive the anchor again today.  It was also a very, very hazy day but he still managed to run the water maker a couple of hours.  

Opal ended up having to move again as the holding just isn’t good.  They tried near us again before moving back over to where their original anchoring spot was.  At least they feel that have a ways to drag before hitting anyone. 

I tried to catch up on e-mails, followed the rabbit paths that Facebook usually ends up being, tried to read up on the auto pilot issue but so far nothing fits the scenario; Dale thinks we’ll just have to consult the RayMarine tech people.  This evening the wind piped up, so we’re keeping an eye on our anchor position again.  The bad thing about the wind picking up at night is that if we have to move, you can’t see where you’re going.   

Otherwise, Day 4 in Quarantine is simply status quo. 

Finally:  If there’s a baby boom nine months from now, what will happen in 2033? There will be a whole bunch of quaranteens?