I am in the Bahamas for a few days, helping my mom out with some lawyering and other chores. I am reminded that HERE is a good place to be. While Ean is back in MKE, where gray is a primary color and temperatures are in the 50s, it is sunny and 80-something here, sky blue and sea teal. I have taken some pictures of our future (temporary) home: also affectionately referred to as "mom's backyard."
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| The middle piling must go. |
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| Looking down on "our" dock from the house. |
When we buy our boat, we've decided, we will bring it here and park it for a while, taking some time to get acquainted with "The Life" and learning which way is up (the mast, we hear). It is a quiet canal and a fifty-foot dock that we can bang into as many times as it takes, with a relatively small audience, we hope. Lots of fun trips to use as "qualifying rounds" - Guana, Green Turtle, Hope Town, Marsh Harbour, and, of course, Pete's Pub.
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| Hope Town - a previous visit |
Missed my man today when we lunched at Abaco Beach Resort - a place where Ean and I had visited on a previous trip. Great grouper, a beautiful setting, and a quick walk down the dock after lunch to peer at a Lagoon 420. I think my mom is becoming resigned to the program. Hard for her to argue too strenuously against a life choice that continues to count among her own all-time top experiences. She still talks about The Boat Trip ALL THE TIME. "Remember when we rented a car and drove around Cyprus and saw the pillar where St. John was flogged?" I think it was Paul, Mom. So we looked it up in Dad's book. Yep, I win one round: Paul it was. Not sure how she got to Cyprus, but no matter.
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