I've had a minor but annoying physical problem for two or three weeks. I knew I should see a physician, but I kept trying over-the-
counter remedies, hoping they'd work, and for a while, I thought they had. I felt great all day Thursday, when I went to Boston, and most of yesterday, but yesterday evening, here came my problem again, so I made up my mind I would definitely go to the doctor in the morning.
I'm always leery about walk-in clinics. I had a bad experience at one in Milpitas, and Roy went to one in Port Townsend that wanted $140 up front before they'd even talk with him, so he left. On the other hand, the walk-in clinic I went to in Morehead City was excellent, so I hoped for the best. Early this morning, I walked to the clinic in Fairhaven, hoping the doctor would speak English and have some vague notion of what he was doing. As it turned out, he was a native-born speaker of English and an excellent physician. He was about sixty years old, so I wasn't his first patient. He had a good sense of humor, took his time, and inspired my confidence. He gave me two prescriptions, which I filled on the way home. I feel better already.
Wow! What a terrific invitation we've received! "Crazy Eddie" Longo, the owner of the marina, has a waterfront vacation home in Aruba, and he's invited us to anchor in front of his house! We're really looking forward to that. Warm, clear water, excellent swimming and diving, a great place for our friends and relatives to visit us -- terrific! We'll probably spend several months there.
After our haulout was canceled, Roy and I had hoped to leave tomorrow morning, but the wind won't be favorable. It will be blowing 20 to 25 knots out of the southwest -- right on the nose. Roy has plenty to do on the boat, anyway, so he was busy all day, and I plotted our course to Newport.
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