We’re currently lying in Nanny Cay, Tortola, BVI. Got a sparkling new Yamaha 8 hp 2 stroke that smokes, runs on gas and oil and WORKS! Very happy about that. Now I’m trying to figure out what to do with the dead puppy- all 115 lbs of him. Our bartender at the beach bar said “if no one wants him put him in the green truck, mon”. At least I know somebody will take it. No plans to recoup any costs on this deal. Lesson learned. As I told some friends in Culebra “Saving the planet one swear word at a time”. I’m definitely over the propane outboard.
Kelly had to run back to Charleston to tighten up some work issues this morning. We decided she should go right after we woke up. She had a flight booked, ferry to St Thomas booked and taxi on the way in 2 hours. She’s on her way. I am on station.
We’re working on art projects in the salon this morning and eating peanut butter smeared on a variety of things. I’m trying to keep the kids busy so they don’t have a chance to hatch a plot to take over. We’re well provisioned so if they eat me it will be purely out of spite not necessity. Please go to your nearest church and light a candle for me. Keep me in your prayers. Daddy’s in charge. So far Che is the only one wearing pants. They did take their vitamins though. Small victories.
Stay tuned. Much love.