Tamiko is still recovering. She’s had to take more muscle relaxants than we’d like so she’s pretty drowsy. I can’t finish that story, I can’t write like she can. I write like a chainsaw, she writes like a rose garden.
It’s been a rough week. One example-
Last night the blue camoflaged shark cage diving boat captain and crew went out drinking. When they returned, a fight ensued. They are docked right next to us. Events included our boat getting splashed and hit with things that were thrown, lots of yelling and screaming, a crew member got choked until his eyes were black and blue, somebody ran up the dock with a knife but then jumped into the water to escape the captain’s attack, all of the security guards showed up, then the Mexican Navy showed up, They threatened to confiscate his boat, Tamiko protected the captain’s son from being attacked again by his dad, Tamiko comforted the poor kid for a couple hours and kept the captain away from him, and we got no sleep.
Coming soon, Part Two of the hospital saga. Just not today. I’m going to bed now.
Twitter Updates
Dude–I happen to like the way chainsaws write. I must mention to your readership that you did tell me the bulk of the details over Skype. A segue here: when I lived in L.A. a thousand years ago, I had neighbors who played loud rock & roll 24/7. Multiple homicides were happily avoided, but it took me several months to find a house to rent. Then it took a couple years to find a semi-remote cabin where I’ve been for the past 40 years. You…all you gotta’ do is pull up the anchor & move down a few slips. It takes what, a couple hours? This speaks well for living aboard a boat. Be well good people.