Lousy Weather, Good Company

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Jenny is not the seasoned traveler that she used to be. She was bringing us three pints of genuine Vermont maple syrup. However, she decided not to check her bag. When she got to the security check they said, "Sorry, no liquids," and threw all that excellent syrup in the garbage. ):

Yesterday, we took a walk around the neighborhood behind the marina. Jenny is a gardening and landscaping enthusiast so she really appreciated the beautiful yards of the homes in that neighborhood. Collage below.


In the afternoon, Libby and Jenny and our Margaret from SV Heron went to McKee Gardens; the botanical garden that we visited a week or so ago. I think they really enjoyed it. On the way back, Jenny got a shock. The three of them boarded the bus and according to Jenny, everyone on the bus said "Hello Jennifer. Welcome to Vero." She didn't know how these strangers on a city bus knew her name. I know the secret, all those people are fans of this blog so they knew she was coming. Tee hee.

This morning we listened to the weather forecast. It is dismal. It is stormy today (Thursday), then again on Saturday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. That is likely to kill our plan on sailing to Miami before Jenny's return. For now, we'll stay in Vero and make a day-by-day decision of whether to stay or go.

The problem is that there are no good places to hang out on a stormy day south of here. No Name Harbor is good but we heard that there are 50 boats down there waiting to get in.

We really want to leave Vero, but we seem to be stuck here. I'm reminded of the song below which is very apropos today. You can buy the song on a CD at Eileen Quinn's web site.

TARPIT HARBOUR

Well the holding is good and the water's pretty clean
it's an easy dinghy ashore
the French bread is fresh and the laundry is cheap
there's a well stocked hardware store
feels so familiar, almost like home
and I can't quite remember. what I left home for

Chorus:
Tarpit Harbour has sucked down my anchor
and with it my will to be free
there's some what goes sailing
I seem to go anchoring
stuck in the muck this side of the sea

Monday there's movies Tuesdays the potluck
Wednesdays I play volleyball
there's the luncheon on Thursday happy hour Fridays
Saturday the market's got my favorite stall
Sundays I look at my list of boat projects
then lie down and try to recover from it all

Chorus: tarpit harbour ....

well I'd have been long gone if I hadn't been waiting
on boat parts from overseas
now my tools are all rusted autopilot's busted
and the freezer refuses to freeze
but I would have remedied all of these problems if I wasn't so busy shooting the breeze

Chorus: tarpit harbour ....