6th January 2002
The weather toady is fine and dandy. I had forgotten what calm sea looks like and I must say it is a very welcome sight. Despite the weather we didn’t make the transshipment with the Christina. It seems the captain couldn’t organise a piss up in a brewery. I am disappointed but the weather is keeping me cheery.
“There is always a little more toothpaste in the tube.” – Bill Bryson.
I’m reading a book at the moment which has had me in stitches with small truths; one particular nugget is the one above. On face value it is perfectly true as there always seems to be a little more if only you squeeze the tube a tad more thoroughly (I know this as my toothpaste supplies are getting lean and am rationing pea-sized portions until stocks are replenished with the long awaited and anticipated parcels). If you look a bit deeper though it also means that no however low or bad things get, you somehow squeeze through and find something to keep you going.
In defiance of my sleep = high sprit rule I slept poorly last night and am as cheery as a cheery thing, I last looked at the clock around 0430 and dozed off sometime after. My mind racing and speculating as to the contents of those four packages a few miles away on another ship. I mulled over the telephone conversation I’d had with mai and pai, it is all happening at home as they made an offer on a house in Penzance today and have bought a new whiz computer. Hopefully I’ll be able to send faxes home now, I’m going to give it a try tonight.
In my sleepless slumber I also contemplated learning to play a musical instrument (exactly what, I’m not sure yet) and going to Ireland. It would be fun to hire a car there and travel around the south and west coast.
For some reason, probably pending parcels, I’m really excited. I keep pacing around, going outside and enjoying the novel weather, and pestering people to teach me Portuguese. Lutidor means fighter.