Down to the Short Hairs

Ok, folks. This one is from the hip. Let's drop the vernacular and get down to some more simple conversation:

If we don't get out of here soon, I'm going to throttle every one of the rutting geese thrashing around in the creek. They are having a ball, honking their beaks off and reveling in the three warm days we've had in a row.

The water tanks are nearly completely installed. I mean that. We should be able to fill up on diesel and water by Wednesday. We also want to test out our new spinnaker, so after we fill up we'll probably let the wind push us wherever it will for an overnight. Then it's back to Scotchy's place to clean-up the cottage. You can bet your bottom dollar that Wendy Smith will perform two or three white glove inspections before we're given the go-ahead. I can't give you a departure date yet. That would assuredly make me a liar. We've got a few last items on order. Soon though, my precious...Soon.

In a quick look ahead, for the Google Earth users, our first landfall in El Carib could be Saba, a small island SE of the BVI's. It's a part of the Dutch Antilles, but we'd only be able to anchor there weather permitting.

I'll conclude with 5 Tips for Better Close-Quartered Living:

1. No questions about $$$ before 9am, or 12oz of the black stuff - whichever happens first.
2. A chess game requires zero conversation and can last hours.
3. Personal hygiene is a commodity. The less there is, the higher the demand.
4. College stories have an infinite lifespan and cannot be worn out.
[*4.5* "I've heard this one," is grounds for dismissal for the conversation.]
5. "I'm doing the dishes" is a trumps-all-get-out-of-jail-free card.