Another Day Hanging Out

Day 4: February 27, 2015

Need I say more?

Not a pretty day.  It was blustery, rainy, and chilly.  The sun did not make an appearance all day.  I was up at my usual time working on the daily blob (blog) while Janine enjoyed an additional hour of sleep.

We fixed a cheese omelet using only the best Tillamook cheese.  We refreshed with V-8 juice and hot coffee.  It can’t get much better than that (unless its sausage gravy and biscuits!)

I started my day with another trip to Lowes to pick up a fitting to replace the one in the water system that was still leaking.  It was an easy fix and the water system is working well all be it that the faucet wobbles when you turn it off and on. 

A Squatters Paradise

We futzed straightening up the inside of the boat that had the appearance of the aftermath of a suicide bomb attack.  We had cleared all of the lockers on the port side of the boat and had the contents scattered all about.  Since I did most of the packing, this was probably good so Janine would be able to find the stuff that I had so strategically and logically packed (but could often not remember where I had put a particular thing.  

About middle morning we decided to try to make tortillas with our new cast iron tortilla press.  I mixed up the mesa flour and rolled into the prescribed size ball in preparation our first squeeze.  I got the press out and realized that the press handle that actually magnifies the forces in the press was  missing.  So, back to the little Mexican grocery where the young fellow who sold it to us was most apologetic and willing to replace it, however, this one was the only one they had in stock.  He directed us to another Mexican grocery who could possibly have a press.

The next grocery is what you might expect to find 250 miles south of the border.  It was small, cramped, and filled with all sorts of goods the name of which I could not interpret.  They did indeed have presses for sale at ½ the price that we paid at the other establishment.  But, it wasn’t as nice a model as the first one.  It looked like it had been made in a little one man foundry 250 miles south of the border.

By now it is about lunch time and we are in need of a homemade tortilla so we began the process in earnest.  It took several attempts before we got a finished product that bore some semblance to the real thing.  I used a couple of my new creations to make a taco.

After lunch, I went back to a US grocery to pick up a bit more beer. The word is that beer in the Bahamas is really expensive so you need to take what you plan to consume with you.  We are not big beer drinkers and with little or no ice anticipated, we probably won’t need much.

Some of our neighbors in an attempt to show dreary.

The remainder of the afternoon we finished fitting out the boat for a future launch.  We worked between rain showers doing things like putting on the Bimini, attaching the new solar panel, mounting the motor.

We dined on pork chops, cabbage salad and garlic mashed potatoes. Speaking of cabbage salad, have you ever eaten shoe leather with salad dressing on top?  Uncooked cabbage is really tough but according to the old lady fisherwoman that we talked to the other day, I need my roughage!

We spent the rest of the evening reading and just sitting around.  Bed time arrived at between 8:00 and 9:00 depending on which one of the two of us you talk to.  You may be able to deduce that this was not an exciting day and the weather forecast does not hold much promise for tomorrow.  We are beginning to feel like squatters who are squatting on public lands.  To date, no one has challenged us.  My thoughts are that we have three choices.  We could launch the boat and drop anchor and then worry about dragging anchor in this wind, or we could launch the boat and pay some guy $80.00 a night to tie up to his dock or finally we can continue to be squatters and continue to get good worry free nights of sleep and save significant cash.  We continue to save the cash and sleep!