About a month ago during a staff meeting, I (James) brought up the fact that it would be fun to do a slide show for our residents about our adventures at sea over the past 13 years. Well, all the other managers agreed so I booked it for the middle of the day on a Thursday, one of our regular work days. Well, our community’s eternally befuddled enrichment coordinator scheduled a stupid X-mas event right on top of our show and then rescheduled our slide show on one of our days off. We were supposed to get three days off in a row this week because of that ridiculous holiday, that I’ve already mentioned too many times in this post, but alas it was not to be so. Anyway, we rode to the boat on Tuesday, worked all day, and then rode back to the community so we could do our slide show. The show went off to a full house, although rife with technical issues concerning a dead remote control. We did it and then we rode back to the boat. After a five mile ride through the woods we’re flat-out hungry! So we park the bikes in front of the boat at the marina and walk to the Seahorse, all of 100 paces away from the boat. We kick back, order a pile of Happy-Hour priced appetizers and shortly thereafter, start stuffing. Oh, it’s so good! Clam chowder, baked mussels, seafood dip, fresh baked bread… Oh yeah! We stumble back to the boat and pull out the literature. (James=Cryptonomicon, Dena=The English Patient) When James takes a stroll up the dock an hour later, he yells, “Dena, your bike is gone.” I jump up and stuff my feet into my boots. There’s no sign of fresh scrapes on the[…]
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