Once you download the free application, Marine Traffic, you will be able to track our progress. If our automatic identification system (AIS) is on, you will find Penelope by searching for MMSI# 367562350. If we are moving you can note our heading and our speed over ground (sog).
I was awakened from a deep sleep to the sound of metal clanging on metal. After gently prying open one eye I see Peter on his hands and knees with his face in the toilet bowl changing a faulty check valve on the discharge hose. “Your coffee’s ready, Sweetheart,” he said.
I remember I was having a nightmare. I dreamed I had agreed to go back to work part time! Oh, dear!
I’m afraid I’m going to loose the fitness I’ve cultivated the last few years. I’ll no longer have my regular routine: ride my bike 20 miles per day commuting to and from work, climb 2,400 stairs up and 2,400 stairs down each Thursday with my friend Cynthia, weight lift at the Fit Factory (you didn’t think I was born with these arms, did you?), yoga on the weekend. I’m certain I’m going to turn into a mooshy blob.
Days we don’t go to port: Alternate 5 minutes of “step ups” at the companion way stairs with 5 minutes of jumping jacks in the galley for 25 minutes. Finish with 100 push ups and 100 crunches under the table.
Days we go to port: Run 25 minutes in any direction, walk back, yoga on the dock.
This morning while showering at the St. Helen’s public facilities, I spotted a sports watch someone had left by the sink. At first I thought, “Oh, boy! I found a watch.” Then, I remembered the 2,483,893 times Peter or I have left something somewhere and gone back to find it still there. I left the watch. The moral of this story is – if everyone always left everything they ever found where they found it no one would ever loose anything. Does that make sense?