Sunday, December 02, 2007

The mundane life of the retired!

Saturday morning, the weathers rubbish, the wind is blowing at 70+ knots and "stair rods are drumming on the galley roof ". Not much life around the marina today except for a stretcher and several police men attending a boat (who knows? looks like a death). Later on I had a walk across to a friends boat and ended Joining him and his family in a Middle eastern equavalent of bubble and squeak (no sheeps eyes though) eventuially I went back to my boat and climbed into bed at about 11.30. The Wind was increasing and boat a couple down from me had as usual, (inconsiderate Owners) developed noisy halliads. I quickly checked out the selection of kitchen knives displayed in the galley in case I couldn`t sleep (not much chance of that) and turned in.

I was awakened by stronger winds, driving rain, the noise of the halliads was now unbearable but it was light and so I declined my imediate instinct to nip aboard and cut them six feet up the mast (nasty b*stard) I lay for five minutes contemplating whether or not to make some tea, and checked my watch! Pow!!!!!! it was 09.51 and now Sunday morning, I had slept through all that noise of squeeking fenders, "halliad tap" and wind and rain so a quick shower was in order and a trip to the Cafe for breakfast.

Another of my friends from a sail boat was there too and looking very bleary eyed, told me that he had been awake all night and that he had registered winds of over 100 Mph ? He fell asleep while I was eating my breakfast and I shook him to tell him that I was off back to the boat It is still chucking it down and blowing at some 70 kts. Yawn think I might have a sleep this afternoon :o)) (yea right!)


Fuff said...

Same story here too. Fun innit?

rob said...

Oh Yea!:o))

Jamie said...

Oy! That's a lot of wind. Funny that we're halfway around the world, but suffering through similar storms!

rob said...

Hi Jamie ! Thats true but no snow here yet although I believe that Tana has some! :o((

Stan Chion said...

Yeah, been windy here, too.

Stan Chion said...

Is that Tina Tana, Orb?

rob said...

Wow Mmmmmmm! its been a long time since you commented on my site? great to know that you do pass by :o))tee hee! its Tana from Bowie! I have to say that I haven`t been doing much on the blog of late, so I deserve ignoring :o(( ahhhh! "could do better" is the term I think! story of my life Im afraid :o))

rob said...

Just trying to keep in touch with my feminine side! (I always wanted to be a hairdresser, trained as a joiner originally so close :o)) )

This is something to think about when negative
> people are doing their best to rain on your parade.
> So remember this story the next time you run into
> someone who knows nothing, cares less and tries to
> make your life miserable.
> A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair
> styled for a trip to Rome with her husband. She
> mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who
> responded: "Rome? Why would anyone want to go there?
> It's crowded and dirty! You're crazy to go to Rome.
> So, how are you getting there?"
> "We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a
> great rate!"
> "Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser." That's a
> terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight
> attendants are ugly, and they're always late. So,
> where are you staying in Rome?"
> "We'll be at this exclusive little place over on
> Rome's Tiber River called Teste."
> Ć¢EURoeDon't go any further. I know that place.
> Everybody thinks its gonna be something special and
> exclusive, but it's really a dump, the worst hotel
> in the city! The rooms are small, the service is
> surly, and they're overpriced.
> So, whatcha' doing when you get there?"
> "We're going to go to see the Vatican and we hope to
> see the Pope." "That's rich," laughed the
> hairdresser.
> "You and a million other people trying to see him.
> He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on
> this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."
> A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo
> The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.
> "It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only
> were we on time in one of Continental's brand new
> planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up
> to first class. The food and wine were wonderful,
> and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited
> on me hand and foot. And the hotel was great! They'd
> just finished a $5 million remodeling job, and now
> it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city . They,
> too, were overbooked, so they apologised and gave us
> their owner's suite at no extra charge!"
> "Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well
> and good, but I know you didn't get to see the
> Pope."
> "Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured
> the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the
> shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet
> some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to
> step into his private room and wait, the Pope would
> personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes
> later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my
> hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me."
> "Oh, really! What'd he say ?
> He said, "Oh God ... Where'd you get the shitty