“All made up and nowhere to go.”
The marina fees have been paid up. The weather is acceptable. Fresh fruit has been wrapped and stacked. The water-maker has been un-pickled. Batches of goodies have been baked. The ditch bag has been refreshed and packed. The process of making fresh yogurt has started. The SAT phone and spare GPS have been charged. The fuel is topped off. New oil and fuel filters have been installed. Books on tape have been loaded up for the adults, and some games from the kids. The first couple of meals have been cooked.
Etc., etc., etc.
Leander is ready to cross, yet remains tied to the dock.
Because Sima and Paul have been taken off their feet, Sima with a broken toe and Paul with a virus. Sima hops around on one foot. Paul sits and rests.
The virus has been going up and down the dock. The Dutch fellow on the boat next door had been confined to his boat for five days.
And Sima – Alexander and Aylin had been playing with a fishing net on a long pole, and left it on deck. Sima came out of the cockpit and her foot skated across the deck until it met the immovable force of the toe rail. Ouch.
We sent pictures to Paul’s sister, Joanne, a physician, who first encouraged us to get it x-rayed, and then walked us through how to care for it after seeing the images.
It’s not that she can barely walk on her left foot. She can’t walk on it at all. And when one of our two youngsters happens to step on it, which happens approximately six times a day, she is literally brought to her knees. Up she rises, to chase the kids and care for Paul
And so we remain in the Canaries. Maybe things will be better tomorrow. Or the next day?