Thursday, April 19, 2012

Thursday, April 20, 1995 - Boqueron, Puerto Rico

All of a sudden, I've snapped out of the blue funk I've been in for a long time. I don't know what happened, but I woke up this morning feeling like a human being for a change. I hope it lasts. Roy is certainly relieved. He was afraid I'd fly back to California and leave him stranded. Of course I wouldn't have done that unless I'd been a basket case, but I was hoping he'd find someone else to crew for him, so I could go home.
And my computer started working again this morning! It seems to sense when I'm going to take it to Radio Shack. Guess it doesn't want to go to the hospital any more than people do.
Roy paddled in and got ten gallons of water. I paddled to the dinghy dock and strolled around. Walked up the beach a mile or so. Really nice. Acres and acres of palm-shaded picnic grounds with tables and fireplaces. Found the public shower, but it's a dollar, not a quarter. Strolled back to town and wandered around. Took a look at Schafer and Brown, which turned out to be tiny. Walked out a walkway in a nature preserve. Followed a back street to the main street and went to the Post Office to see if there was any mail for me, but there wasn't.
Groceries are sure high here. I bought three potatoes and a quart of orange juice, and they charged $4.49! Ridiculoso!
After lunch, Roy went to Schafer and Brown to check on the radar and the inverter. They said they should be where they were sent by now, but it was up to Roy to check on them.
Roy brought back a newspaper with an article about the terrible bombing in Oklahoma City.
Later, Roy rigged up the shower curtain and water jug on the aft deck so I could take a shower and wash my hair. Sure felt good.

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