Monthly Archives: July 2018

OUCH! OMG! OUCH!

July 3, 2018

It’s been quite a while since my last post – just been living my life. ¬†But I do have two things to tell you.

THING I

First of all, if you follow my blog, you know how much I detest insects that bite – particularly if they’re biting me. I’ve been complaining about this for years, but I just suffered through the most horrible experience to date with these little bastards!

Tim recently purchased a 14′ Wahoo. ¬†For the uninitiated, that’s a small boat. ¬†It has a 40 hp Mariner engine, which gets you around just fine – until it doesn’t. ¬†Tim and my brother Lou have been fishing and crabbing with it with no problems. ¬†I didn’t want to go for a ride until all of the “bugs” were worked out. ¬†So, on Sunday, two days ago, Tim asked if I wanted to go out for my first ride. ¬†It was a beautiful day, so I said, “sure”. ¬†After preparing for the day with sunscreen and bug spray, we set off. ¬†By 2:00pm, we had the boat in the water and me in the boat with no problems – and off we went. ¬†What a beautiful day. ¬†From the dock we motored through the marshes – me with a big grin on my face. ¬†How I love the water. ¬†We got into the bay by 2:30 pm, still with the marsh close by. ¬†All of a sudden – the engine cut out. ¬†AAARRRGGGG!!! ¬†I must calm down – Tim is the McGyver of my world. ¬†OK, OK – he’s got this! ¬†Right?? Right?? ¬†Wrong! ¬†There we sat for 2 and 1/2 hours waiting for the tow boat to come and get us!!! Thank goodness we bought “tow insurance”. ¬†It was about 95 degrees in the shade. ¬†We have a bimini top for sun protection, but when we put it up, literally hundreds of green heads swarmed the underside of the top. ¬†They usually go after big large objects like cattle, but since there didn’t happen to be any, they went for the next best thing – the bimini and us. ¬†OMG – I can not express my horror at this situation. ¬†We anchored and waited for the tow boat. ¬†At first the dispatcher said the ETA would be in one hour – which turned into 2 1/2 hours, and not a moment less. ¬†There we sat all that time. ¬†Tim’s pants were covered with flies, but they didn’t seem to bite ¬†him. ¬†Me? ¬†My butt, hips and legs are quite a mess. ¬†Two or three even managed to bite my crotch. ¬† ¬†Well, here for your viewing pleasure is a picture of ¬†part of my right hip.

As you can see, I am allergic to these critters. ¬†After they bite, each bite swells up into welt about the size of a quarter, and they itch like crazy. ¬†I’ve been using Calamine Lotion, topical Benadryl ¬†and something called Top Care Anti-Itch Lotion. ¬†I’ve also been downing Benadryl tablets, so I don’t dig through my skin with my nails and make matters worse. ¬†Now mind you, she had to chew through my pants and underpants to get to me. ¬†Oh yes, and bug spray. ¬†When the engine stopped, I sprayed every spot I could reach, including my clothes. ¬†In fact I used an entire can of OFF spray. ¬†If I wasn’t spraying myself, I was spraying them as if it was a gun. ¬†Guess what? ¬†They couldn’t care less.¬† It did not matter. ¬†I must be one tasty morsel. ¬†UGH!!! ¬†The sea police patrol did come by at one point to ask if we were ok. ¬†OK??? ¬†No – I’m being eaten alive – not to mention burned alive by the sweltering sun. ¬†Alas, they said they couldn’t help unless it was a true emergency. ¬†I ask you – what constitutes a real emergency if not melting and being gnawed on by vicious animals??? ¬†As they left, they suggested we crab a little to pass the time. ¬†Tim did throw three or four lines over. ¬†He crabbed while I swatted. ¬†Insult to injury? ¬†He managed to catch ONE crab that was a male of legal length.

After waiting a full 2 1/2hours, the tow boat pulls up to help. ¬†He brings us to about a mile of ur dock – but the tide is too low and he is unable to make it any further – and has to set us loose. ¬†Again, OMG! ¬†We only have one oar in the boat because it isn’t a row boat, and is much wider than a kayak. ¬†Still, Tim ¬†stood up and tried to paddle us home. ¬†The tide was working against us, so he got in the shallow water to try and pull us to the dock. ¬†A split second later, he jumped back in the boat. ¬†The black muddy bottom was sucking him in like quick sand. ¬†Plus, who knows what’s in there. ¬†After all, our dock and this waterway are in a wildlife refuge. ¬†It’s probably a good estimate that 50% of that “mud” is duck and geese poop. ¬†I know he wants to scream, but he doesn’t. ¬†He stands up and begins to furiously paddle. ¬†The dock is in sight. ¬†Go Tim, Go!!!

We make it to the dock, but the low tide meant I had to climb up at least 5 widely separated steps. ¬†On each rung, Tim had to give my behind an extra “oomph”, so I could actually get to the next rung. Once we’re out, we have to get the boat onto the trailer, while the flies continued to feast. ¬†Once I got in the truck, I absolutely would not get out until we were home.

Ask me if I’m going out on the boat again any time soon? ¬†Nah, I’m good.

 

THING 2

We sold our wonderful, hard-working little Casita travel trailer.  We had mixed emotions about it, but decided that for us, it was the way to go.  We will be looking into something a little bit larger.  A trailer that would be big enough to be comfortable for us and perhaps a guest or two,  for months at a time.  Perhaps to escape the winters.  Time will tell.

Until then, stay tuned. ¬†I’m working on a possible around-the world voyage – and may be looking for travel mates for a few of the legs.

LIFE IS SHORT – MAKE THE MOST OF IT