Woke up: San Diego, California, USA
Went to sleep: San Diego, California, USA
Snap Crackle Pop
It sounds like I’m sitting in a bowl of Rice Krispies®. The Crangon and Synalpheus shrimp beds, common at this latitude, sound like the slow burning of dry timber all around Penelope’s hull.
These little guys, known as Snapping Shrimp to the US Navy who conducted extensive research, have a single large claw, resembling that of a lobster claw, which produces a barely audible “snapping” sound when closed. Large numbers of shrimp together, like the family residing below my boat, create a crackling sound you can hear. Mind you, it’s not loud or obnoxious, just one more unique and interesting phenomenon of marine life.
For the five months anchored in Mexico, the sound I listened to while lying awake at night was that of the ocean rhythmically crashing on the beach. Last night I fell asleep to the sound of Mr. Crangon and Mr. Synalpheus.
The Bird Song
The early morning bird song exuberantly welcomes the new day. The numerous birds of San Diego Bay produce a melodious chirping, a delightful alternative to the obnoxious alarm clock which used to wake me to go to work. I am profoundly grateful for the lifestyle we are so blessed to enjoy.
While walking to the restroom, sitting by the pool, or shopping at the little deli, people often recognize me and say, “What time is yoga?” Or “What can I do for the pain in my lower back?” Now I know just how Angelina Jolie feels.
There are approximately 1,500 people living in the marina/RV park at any one time. It’s a wonderful resort. People count the days, waiting months, to vacation here. They come with all their toys; bicycles, roller skates, lawn chairs, card games. Upon check in, they are handed a robust schedule of activities designed to fill their days.
I teach Yoga in the morning, eight per week, in exchange for our moorage.
On Tuesday and Thursday I offer “Yoga for Men aka Easy Stretch.” Most of the men are pathetically rigid. Like the Tin Man, they can barely kneel and return to standing. And, you can forget sitting cross legged on the floor.
Some are here for the summer. Some are just passing through. I find myself spending hours on line reading up on various poses and what parts of the body they “treat.” The season is picking up and I should have the joyous opportunity to touch the lives of many, many people while we’re here.
Peter landed a highly coveted job as second captain on a “long range” charter boat. Sport fishing is an enormous enterprise. People fly in from all over the world packing thousand dollar Penn International big game fishing poles of various sizes. He may be out three days at a time. I was concerned.
Me: “Honey, I feel so bad you are going to be cold and tired and fishing out on the ocean for days at a time.”
Peter: “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be in my element!”
Awesome! He’s in his element and I’m lying by the pool, a celebrity.