Poor Roy! The other day he thought he was finally through working and could relax and enjoy the fruits of his labors. Now he has to start all over, installing the new radar, a major, major job. He spent the whole day today removing the old radar. He had to turn the boat into a shambles to do so.
I "helped" by staying out of his hair. I stayed off the boat all day. Went to the copy place and made a copy of the survey. Mailed it and the application to the insurance company. Walked across the bridge to the beach. It was packed. Wandered around for a while, but then it started raining, so I got on a bus and rode out to Pompano Square, which is a big shopping mall. Ate a crummy lunch and bought a few things at a drugstore. I was going to go to a movie, but I missed the bus I wanted to take. Rode the 11 to Sunrise Boulevard and walked the rest of the way, but by the time I got to the theater, the movie had already started, so I didn't go in. By then the rain had stopped, the sun was shining, it was a glorious afternoon, so I went to George English Park and strolled around. Then I found a good grocery store and bought some stuff. On the bus home, I sat next to a nut case, who kept calling me Saint Clara.
Roy said there had been a tremendous hailstorm that had lasted about ten minutes. The boat had been buried in huge hailstones. It hadn't hailed at all where I was. Roy filled the water tank during the rain, so now we have good rainwater again.
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