I’m slowly crawling back from the brink, the brink of the nasty cruddy cold that kept me down for a whole week. I rarely get sick, nary a sniffle, so I was terribly disappointed in my immune system. I blame the new job and being around new people with their new germs, and hopefully this was the The Big One for this season and now it’s over. However, my extended illness and absence from work gave me the opportunity to finish Game of Thrones: Song of Ice and Fire (book one) and watch the first series of Downton Abbey. I strongly recommend both as entertaining means to pass the time. As I finished Downton Abbey I learned that the second series was just starting in England, but I’d have to wait until January 8 2012 to watch it here on PBS. As if I need any more reason to emigrate to the UK.
This weekend little Beggers had his first boating adventure, and he was a natural! Maybe sea legs come easily when your legs are only 4 inches long and your center of gravity is so low.
We spent the weekend on M’s parents’ 28-foot sailboat. It’s moored in Anacortes, and from there we sailed (well, motored, considering the calm conditions) a couple of hours to Blakely Island. Blakely is in the San Juan archipelago (just wanted to use that word because it’s one of my favorites) and is only accessible by boat. Little Ardie settled right in to boating life; he stuck his head over the side and enjoyed the sea breeze whipping through his eyebrows. I think he got a little frustrated that the boat wasn’t as wiener accessible as his house, he couldn’t navigate the ladder to the cabin on his own, and there weren’t any weenie-steps for him to hop on and off the couch. There was nothing to do on Blakely at the little marina where we spent the night, but that’s exactly why it was perfect. We sipped drinks on the boat, watched the sunset, grilled dinner, and played dice. Yeah, I didn’t know you could “play” dice either, but you can, and it was amusing.