Good Start, Funny End
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sun 12 Apr 2015 22:57
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A Good Start to the Week with
a Funny End
   As you all remember last week ended
with the skipper in the dog house – yet
again......... after he gouged a half an inch gash just as I had
finished the sixth and final coat on the cockpit edging, this week had better
start with something exceptional that came in the shape of an egg event. Bear
can always placate with perfect eggs and I was called to be prepared for an
event judging by the contents of the saucepan. Mine
arrived, did I have my own events ??? no, the debris on my shells was just jetsam and I had to
admit the adornments were an accidental cute step from Bear. They were indeed
perfection and then I was presented with half an empty shell
???.............
   Ooo
dear. A nipped face, more jetsam piled on
the skippers bread, I averted my gaze........and went
to look at the pan, now just bobbing the four extras
becoming hard boiled.
 WOW the other half
of the shell, guess Bear is forgiven.............
 We went to a talk at the Yacht Club
about how yachties visiting Vanuatu can carry little bits and bobs to help, glad
to hear our remaining supply of chalk, crayons and pencils will go to a needy
home. We will try to gather more bits on the list before we leave these shores.
After supper we made our way across Bay Beez to a beautiful big moon.
   You buy your husband new sleep shorts
and best tee shirts [when not to be worn out any longer] become work shirts or
if too thin become sleepwear, a natural progression. Every time this particular
combo went into the laundry I politely asked that when next dirty they be
consigned to the rag bag. I wasn’t being harsh, the
shorts were indeed see-through in places and not a great look when the
said wearer bent down........certainly something not to be paraded for small
children and those of a delicate disposition. The tee
shirt had row upon row of tiny holes. But these
are my favourite comfies........This morning I couldn’t stop my
fingers from grasping and ripping – no trouble at all
– ripped like a used tissue. Fingers were now reeling with success and set about
the upper body covering, very satisfying indeed. Does
this make us even, are we all steady now........ Seems fair.
Braced for the final sewing jobs I
saddled up, all was going really well when on the final zig-zag stitch of a run,
the needle exploded and there was an alarming clatter of metal ‘down below’. I
swung my trusty steed over on his hinges to look underneath, the bobbin, shuttle
and brace clip were awarded three faults for a refusal. The shuttle had a dent,
not sure if it was there before, all put back together my ride would manage
straight lines but nothing else. Bear went into action with the his finest
sandpaper after reading in the manual that any snagging would prevent smooth
stitching. Several attempts and still only straight lines, within a few minutes
new parts were ordered from Sailrite USA. Gosh he is on the ‘make up for prior
misdemeanour’....... Nothing for it but to get on with Spring
cleaning.
   The cupboard I always try to put off
is the double behind the sink and cooker. My poor
sponge was ripped to shreds on some poking out screws, I got the captain
to take a look and immediately the screw driver was on full throttle. The Trinidad fitters didn’t tighten them flush, easy to
sort. My,my, the man is doing his best........ I asked him what he
was up to. Oh I’ve just finished my jobs why, do you
need a hand. That would be great. I start by pouring the contents of
a storage canister with the least in it into a bowl, wash said canister, dry
perfectly, pour the next ones contents, wash and the process becomes a working
circle. I sat Bear at the table, gave him a tea towel and roll of kitchen towel
and explained the circle. He would be in charge of drying, making new labels and
sticking them perfectly in the centre. Rightee-ho. He did take the
dead-centre bit really seriously. Base scrubbed, new non slip mat, all
was indeed going well, the first of the cleans in
place........then I made a miscalculation on my husbands abilities, I
thought he had seen me toss two portions of cook-in-the-bag rice on the table
before pouring the couple of inches of ordinary rice into his next clean
canister..............Oh dear. I look back just in time to see one of the
cook-in-the-bags being poured on top of the ordinary rice. If mixed, the boiled
result would have over cooked wallpaper paste mongst the normal. You’ll never
guess what I saw next...............
   Yep, the man that holds not one but
two degrees was actually sorting rice grains with the
end of a spoon. I’m not counting them......
Well colour me exasperated....... By way of punishment you can put every grain
back in its bag and staple it shut, guess who will eat that little package. Oh
the glum-sorry-boy-face, I had to see the funny side
and soon we were both giggling. Steady with the naughty
look.
  Payback came with the next canister -
cornflour, the fixed lump in the bottom suddenly
erupted over the cupboard contents yet to be sorted, down the front of the
cooker and on the floor. Love that pose,
lady. Don’t make me growl but where did all the
silver hair come from, did someone lend it to me and forgot to take it
back.........Well earned my Silver Fox.
GRRRRRRRRRowl. Married to you I’m surprised I’m not pure white..... Huh.
  Friday evening we
watched a pretty sunset. Saturday morning the heavens opened. More indoor jobs and the usual pattern
of a game of backgammon after lunch. My run of bad luck has finally ended and my
pot of money has stopped leaking. Growl.
 We are still enjoying
our Mexican train-fests at the end of each day. Can you believe the above
scenario – Bear had twenty four men to my three,
guess who won. Skill
huh, grrrr. On Wednesday Bear beat me by to, 286 to 288,
Thursday was a happy 133 to his 470, imagine the mans anger on Friday 364 to my
363. Paint Bear incandescent, I thought it was great, you would wouldn’t you.
ALL IN ALL I FEAR I’M STUCK
WITH HIM
I NEED GUIDANCE,
CLEARLY |