Woke up: Tenacatita, Mexico
Went to sleep: Tenacatita, Mexico
316 Stainless Steel
I started my day with yoga on the beach. I had announced the “class” on the VHF radio the night before but I had no takers. We’ve only been here one day but I thought I’d get a jump start on it.
It’s good for me either way. If people come I get to teach and socialize. If no one comes I get to do my own practice, unobstructed. Either way, by committing to class, I get up and get out there.
Mid-morning I began cleaning the stainless steel. Finally Peter found a product he will let me use and not worry I’ll hurt myself.
I love this product. Apply with clean, dry towel and then . . . ? I’m not clear on the rest of the instructions. They are in Spanish, but I got the sense you are to let it dry briefly and then wipe it off.
Wow! What a difference! This stainless hasn’t been cleaned since 2009. I wiped off enormous amounts of rust, salt spray, dirt, barnacles and fish guts.
I started at the stern pulpit. I worked my way counter clockwise around the boat. Everyone in the bay watched in amazement as my best yoga poses were employed, hanging out over the bow sprit, upside down, getting the underside of some obscure SS plate I didn’t know we had.
Peter Has A Cold
Peter has a cold. Men are such babies when they’re sick. He has done nothing but lay around, cough, sneeze, whine, complain, etc. We know, of course, if I get his cold, I will still be expected to put meals on the table and clean up after. Where’s the fairness in that?
I really like it when Peter is sick. I know it sounds mean but it’s the one time he isn’t running around, going and doing every second of the day. If he lays down to rest because he is sick and he is tired, I take it as a Free Pass to lay on the couch and read my book in the afternoon while he sleeps. It’s a precious time for me; so quiet when he’s down for a couple days.
“Hope you feel better, real, soon, honey!”