Tuesday,
June 23, 2020
Quarantine
Anchorage (Sailor/Wuflu Jail), Grenada – Day 7
12.02.484N
61.45.411W
Remember
when you were little and your underwear had all the days of the week on
them? Those would be helpful right now.
Believe
it or not, we just spent a night where we didn’t have to jump up and down all
night to close the hatches for rain. I
actually got a good nights’ sleep.
Today
was the same as yesterday, except that Dale’s last toilet fix seems to have
eliminated the leak. The thing both
Savannah and I noticed, was that it sounds different now. Its much louder. Not sure how one thing has to do with the
other but just an observation.
Dale
and I are tag teaming classes these days.
I do piano, math and reading in the morning, he does the science brain
quests and swim lessons in the afternoon.
Today’s math lesson had to do with counting money, so instead of having
her draw everything out, I dug out real coins and went from there. It seems to have captured her attention
better.
Gerry
seemed occupied by finding an after quarantine marina to celebrate our release
from WuFlu Jail. At first I was trying to
take the cheap route but then when he pointed out that we would have been in a
marina had we actually made Trinidad on time, I was all for it. (Yeah! Twist my arm!) Air conditioning? – please! Pool? – absolutely! Since he has more parameters that must be met
than us, we’ll just tag along. Where
ever they’re happy, we’ll be happy too.
By evening, he settled on the marina that is serving as the Quarantine
Dock. Best monthly prices and 110/60 (American)
electricity. Unfortunately, Nicky is
still nursing a torn meniscus and prefers a side to tie up for getting on and
off the boat. As electricity won out
over position on the dock, Port Luis (the marina) won out although it is a med-moor
tie. We’re hoping that Opal will be put
either next to us or Texas Crewed so that she can cross to our boat and then
off the stern. We’ll see what
happens.
I
also took the opportunity to write to the Grenadian Ministry of Health
requesting that our 5 day transit (with departure papers from St. Thomas) be
taken into consideration for the 14 day quarantine. The officer from the Ministry of Health had
suggested that we write. It’s a long shot
but its just a request. If they say no,
we’re no worse off.
Dale
and Savannah did their evening swim (with fins) out to the anchor – yep, still
holding. The Grenadian Coast Guard made their rounds
through the anchorage and didn’t even slow near us today. Tomorrow, since we seem to be
holding, we’ll put up the sun shades to ride out the remaining time at
anchor. We didn’t want to go through all
of the work of putting them up just to take them down in an emergency
move.
That’s
it for today.
Finally: It may take a whole village to raise a child
but I swear it will take an entire distillery to homeschool one.
Monday,
June 22, 2020
Quarantine
Anchorage (Sailor/Wuflu Jail), Grenada – Day 5
12.02.484N
61.45.411W
Happy
Birthday Fred !
So
let me get this straight. There’s no
cure for a virus that can be KILLED by sanitizer and hand soap.
Not
much to write about today. Savannah and
I did our routine, piano, math and reading comprehension classes. Dale tore the toilet apart again. His last recourse was to check the seal on
the shaft leading to the macerator pump.
We’re waiting to find out if this takes care of the problem.
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Another Hazy Day! |
This
morning on the cruisers net, they reiterated that we are not to swing by our
neighbors and talk with them. We shouldn’t
even talk back and forth between boats if we are close enough to do so. We must radio ahead for permission to bring
in trash. If we choose to use the
internet shopping option, we are to wait until delivery is made to the
Quarantine Dock and then contacted by the Quarantine Dock to come in to pick up
our purchases. We are not to deploy any
inflatable toys or appear to be having a good time. As it was explained, if the locals can’t go
out and about or visit the beaches, we aren’t to appear to be in any better
circumstances. Of course, all of these
are subject to fine and/or imprisonment upon violation. This is too bizarre to even comment upon. The item that really got me going was, even
after you get out of quarantine, you cannot visit other boats in other
anchorages. You can meet in a restaurant
and sit across the table from them, but you can’t visit each others’ boats. Incredible!!
After
that, the only thing exciting that happened today was that the Grenadian Coast Guard
came around and told several boats they had to move behind the buoys marking the boundaries of the Quarantine Anchorage.
When they came to us, Dale told them that we had already reanchored 5
times in an effort to find a holding place.
They checked their maps and then said we could stay. Looking at the boundary markers, I think we
were right on the line. Maybe Savannah
standing by her Papa helped; who knows.
Our neighbors to the right of us picked up their anchor and reanchored
directly behind us. Our neighbors to the
left simply let out more rode. Dale and
he hollered back and forth a few times and we let out more of our chain as
well. Once the swinging went into
motion, we let out even more. All said
and done, we have every link possible deployed but we’re still holding and don’t
want to give up our tenuous purchase.
Dale and Savannah make a coordinated run into town to dump a bag of
trash. It just so happened that Gerry
was taking his trash in at the same time.
Imagine that! Gerry relayed that
he learned that more than 300 cruisers have been tested for CoVid19, not one
has tested positive.
Finally: If these last few months have taught us anything—its
that stupidity travels faster than any virus on the planet.