The town is nice and peaceful again now that the weekend's over. I took a load of wash to the laundromat. Also mailed the postcards I wrote the other day, bought some cookies and an English-language newspaper, and found some small bottles of propane.
When I got back to the boat, I pulled one of the dumbest stunts I've ever pulled. I got the propane stove out to cook lunch. There were some crumbs in it, so I shook them out into the water, completely forgetting that the ring wasn't attached. I didn't think we'd ever see it again, but after diving for half an hour or so, Roy found it! He had to grope for it; the bottom is thick, gooshy mud with zero visibility. It's a thousand wonders he was able to find it. Later, he attached it to the stove with a cord.
Now that we have an inverter to run the computer, the hard drive is malfunctioning, so I'm back to writing the log by hand. Luckily, there's a Radio Shack in Mayaguez, so we'll take it in tomorrow.
Roy completely forgot that this is my birthday, but that's ok -- I'd just as soon forget this birthday myself. And the next one will be even worse. I can't believe I'm sixty-nine. I'm too young to be that old!
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