Anticipation, Expectation and Attention

Living the dream!

1/03/23- My posts so far have been compilations of periods of time. I am going to add a few posts that were written in other blogs or journals in “real time” or as events unfolded so I can gather them all into one place. Hopefully, they will add a rawness to “what it is like out here” at least for this newbie. I hope you enjoy reading and sharing in our journey!

This entry was written on November 13 as the sun set gloriously lit the pages of my journal.

Looking back on moments after I swore something quite differently to myself as we anchored in Mile Hammock Bay this afternoon, I shamefully realized I should have been content: 1. We were in our anchorage just after 2 pm, leaving plenty of time before dark. 2. The skies had cleared promising a beautiful sunset. 3. We were finally able to move our boat after pausing for 7 nights due to high winds from the tropical depression off Bermuda and then hurricane Nicole.

Instead, I was told my language could have made sailors blush as I raised and then set the anchor twice. On this breezy and cool afternoon as I sprayed mud and gunk from the anchor chain and anchor, the nozzle, apparently missing the washer that kept it from leaking, thoroughly showered me from the waist down. In a momentary loss of sense of humor, I blasted my displeasure through our “marriage savers”(intercoms).

The headsets allow us to communicate without shouting from bow to stern but also amplify whatever we may be muttering as we labor away. One set no longer will turn on. I will leave it to the reader to determine whether the speaker or the listener was more perturbed.

Lesson learned. Amends made. We’ve now joined the ranks of the meme: “I’m sorry for what I said while anchoring.”

Little Ryland on the same day echoing what I felt, Joe felt, and probably those around me felt. 🤪