The title for today's posting is a very, very loose take-off on Samuel Beckett's masterpiece, "Waiting For Godot", in which (to paraphrase) two bums wait and wait for a third guy who indicated he might visit them. While waiting, they employ any technique they can muster in which to entertain themselves, including bodily-function noises, which they find hilarious in their quest to wait. In the end, they agree to continue waiting, deciding to do nothing forever.
Capt. SO and I are waiting to take our Aqua RV across the Big Pond - tomorrow - if Mother Nature holds her predicted course. Of course, (pun intended) she can change her mind, in which case, we will change our minds about our departure date. While both of us have our lists of to-do tasks, our approach to this intended departure is vastly different. I've been sleepless for several nights now but Capt. SO seems to be sleeping just fine. (At least, he sounds as if he is.) He is methodically accomplishing the tasks from his lists, perhaps drawing upon his engineering training. I, on the other hand, do have my lists, but they are on mini-legal pads, pages and pages of them. I wake up in the night, thinking of yet one more task that needs to be accomplished, getting up and finding my beloved mini-legal pad. If I'm lucky, my thought will go on on one of the pages I've already started. If I'm unlucky, it belongs under a whole new category and I must start yet another page.
The boat also seems to be waiting, patiently bobbing up and down, nodding in agreement at all that is being done to her. She's been fueled, washed, wiped, polished, and filled with water. Her kayaks have extra tie-downs do they can stay attached during the Big Pond crossing ( a seven and one-half hour trip) and she has new and numerous way-point data loaded into her navigation system. Today her "icky" tank gets pumped out and then she - and, hopefully us - are ready for our early morning crossing.
Waiting, waiting, waiting. All the while the heat just seems to pile on, degree after degree. I'm more convinced than ever that my favorite months are April, May, October and November.
It is time to close. My task list is calling.
Ancora imparo
