Friday, November 30, 2012


Friday, November 30, 2012 – Cocoa:
            Oh my gosh!  Last night we had a major kitty cat breakthrough!  I had fed Lucy and was starting to make a salad for our dinner when I heard this plaintiff meowing.  It was sort of soft, and I couldn’t really figure out where it was coming from even though the boat is not very big when it comes to a meowing cat.  So I looked around, and I couldn’t believe my eyes, but Missy Mouser was sitting at the door asking to go outside!  It was a little after dusk, so I guess that’s when all the pterodactyls fly back to their perch for the night so the mouser felt safe.  She walked all around the deck exploring all the spaces, and I decided to let her alone and finish cooking dinner.  From time to time she would duck back inside, but then she would venture out again.  When we put dinner on the table for the people folk (that would be Bob and me), she came in for the night.  We couldn’t believe it!  Then this morning she didn’t disappear like she usually does – she stayed out basking in the sun on the settee – until I got out the vacuum cleaner – then it was a mad dash for under the covers.  I say – kitty cat is making progress!  Now, if she would only go up on the flybridge, she would find a whole new world up there where she could look around from on high, and I know she would be loving life!
            The only other wildlife story this morning is that we have a beautiful green heron that visits the boats every morning.  I may have mentioned in a previous blog that we discovered this bird enjoying the flybridge of the boat two boats down from us as the owner apparently forgot to close up his flybridge when he left his boat last.  I’m sure he will come back to somewhat of a mess as the bird stayed up there the whole day!  Well, this morning he was perched on our stanchion by the door, and I tried to get a picture of him before Bob shooed him away.  Bob has actually gotten up in the middle of the night to chase birds from the back deck – you can hear them landing and walking around.  How rude!
            Well, I just hate to tell you all this, but that’s it for today.  My cousin and his wife, who live in Orange City are coming for lunch tomorrow, so we cleaned the boat inside and out to make the proper impression.  I haven’t seen them in a few years, and we are looking forward to spending the afternoon with them. 
            On Sunday, I think we will have to sit down and plan the next two weeks before we fly home.  We will need to rent a car again, and hopefully take some sightseeing trips.
            On more interesting tidbit – there is a large Beneteau sailboat in a slip here from Mystic, Connecticut, but it is flying an Eastport Yacht Club burgee.  We have not seen the owners, but the boat name is something like Avila.  If anyone knows anything, inquiring minds would like to know.
Our resident Green Heron

Thursday, November 29, 2012


Thursday, November 29, 2012 – Cocoa    
            Happy Birthday to Kathy and Emily!  Hope both of you have a wonderful day!
            It was somewhat on the windy side last night, and something kept making a tapping noise somewhere near the back of the boat.  I was thinking it was going to drive me crazy, but I fell asleep anyway.  This morning I think I discovered it was the boat hook rolling around when the wind moved the boat.  The boat hook will now be more securely fastened, and I hope that will take care of the pesky little noise.  We had to return the rental car this morning, but not before we decided to check out (guess where?) the Publix on Merritt Island.  Ok – you can’t make a blog (especially a funny one) out of a grocery store, but this store was humongous!  I think it rivaled any grocery store I have ever been in in Maryland.  Of course, we had to buy a few groceries (I mean we do have two more weeks until we have to empty the fridge and the freezer!), then we went back to the Barnes and Nobel store to look for a pair of bookends, but couldn’t find what we were looking for.  But then there was a Pier 1 store next door, so we ran in there to buy a Christmas decoration for the boat.
            Now this is something I can’t reconcile in my head.  My view of Christmas is so incongruous with the weather here.  We are walking around in shorts and short sleeved shirts, it’s warm, the sun is still shining at 6:00 or thereabouts, there are palm trees, etc., etc. etc.  Yet I saw someone with a Christmas tree strapped to the roof of their car yesterday.  It just doesn’t look right!  The condo owners who live here have decorated their balconies with Christmas lights.  Actually one owner has a neon palm tree for a Christmas tree.  I’m sorry, but that just doesn’t get it for me.  But, I made the effort with a red placemat, and a table wreath that holds a candle with one of those battery operated lights in it, so I’m happy.
            On our way out of the marina this morning, we ran into another couple we met yesterday.  We struck up a conversation with them, and they informed us that they had stopped by our boat yesterday to see if they could give us a ride anywhere as they keep a car here, but we weren’t “home”.  That was very thoughtful of them, and it got me wondering why it is that boat people always seem to be so nice and friendly to each other for the most part.  Is it because boat people are normally just that way?  Is it because on this trip you run into people who are basically living a “nomadic” type of existence, and you realize that one good turn may turn into another?  Sort of like “paying it forward”.  Does this “way of life” foster an unconscious sense of loneliness and it makes you more eager to meet people?  We have met several people that you wouldn’t necessarily think you would become friends with in normal life, but on this trip, but you are instantly old friends if you run into them again, and this “friendship” will probably remain if you ever see them again.  Oh well, enough of pondering life’s little mysteries.
            I had a bit of withdrawal when we returned the car.  I like having a car – it allows you to be “connected”.  It’s certainly a different experience when you have to plan bike trips to get something – or walking trips.  Maybe that’s a healthier way to be – perhaps the car has ruined us!
            Ok – enough of all this.  We did boatwork for the rest of the afternoon, and will finish up tomorrow.  The boat was full of salt from our trip down here, and Bob got this nifty brush with a telescoping handle so he can clean all those hard to reach places.  The boat was very appreciative!
            After dinner, we may try the streaming movie routine tonight by the light of our little Christmas decoration.  ‘Night all…”

Wednesday, November 28, 2012


Wednesday, November 28, 2012 – Cocoa:
            Last night, after our steak dinner on the grill, we decided to put on our pajamas and play cards.  Ok – so it was a little early – maybe 6:30 p.m. or so, but, hey, we’re on vacation, it was dark, we were tired, no one is going to come visiting, right?!  Ah…wrong…
            About 7:00 p.m., we hear “knock, knock, knock” on the boat door.  We look at each other with “Oh my gosh, we have on our pajamas and someone is knocking on the boat door” on our faces.  We both say, “You answer it,” but I won and Bob got up and answered the door.  Well, we couldn’t believe it, but it was a couple we met in the Alligator River (at the Shell Station marina), who recognized our boat and wanted to say hello.   We told them to let us put on some real clothes and come in for a drink, but they had just come back from dinner, themselves, and happened to see our boat and wanted to say hi before they went back to their boat and put on their pajamas!  So we chatted in the boat door for about twenty minutes or so, and vowed to meet up again, etc., etc., etc.  This is what is so interesting about going down the waterway.  You meet someone in a marina somewhere, not ever expecting to see them again, but you do, and it’s like you’ve been old friends forever.  The camaraderie among most boaters, especially on a trip like this is phenomenal.  It was fun to see them, and this taught us a very important lesson about not putting on our pajamas at 6:30 p.m.
            So after a little rain during the night, and the lullaby of the trains, we woke up to howling wind again.  I could hardly walk on the dock, but we are going to rent a car and head inland so the wind won’t bother us so much.  The best deal we could find to rent a car was Enterprise, and after breakfast Bob calls them and they come pick us up sans the brown paper wrapping on the car!  Our plan is to head over the bridge to Merritt Island, go to West Marine, maybe the Publix grocery store (do you get the impression that’s our favorite place to visit?), and do some sightseeing.  The nice lady at Enterprise sort of hinted that Merritt Island was not all that it was advertised to be, and she was right.  We never made it as far as Cocoa Beach, but what we did see did not encourage us to spend the day there.  We found a Barnes and Noble book store, and bought some reading material, then went to West Marine and bought a few things there then headed back to the boat. 
            Time for lunch at our new favorite lunch spot, the Oleander Bakery, and we sat outside at a sunny table and had a lovely little lunch of their version of a club sandwich – completely homemade ingredients (not deli meat) on their homemade bread.   Then after lunch we headed to (you guessed it) Publix.  Well, we needed a little wine and something to serve my cousins who are coming for a visit on Saturday, which I am really looking forward to.
            Now back to the boat where our plan is to “chill” for the rest of the day.  I am going to make something for dinner called Paella Pronto which is a very shortened version of the real paella. 
            We will not be putting on our pajamas early tonight!
Me, cooking Thanksgiving dinner

Doing paperwork

Having lunch at the Oleander Bakery

By the light of the silvery moon

Tuesday, November 27, 2012


Tuesday, November 27, 2012 – Cocoa:
            Yesterday turned out to be a pretty productive day.  After breakfast we did what has become our usual morning routine since we are not cruising and that is to go up on the flybridge and plan the day’s activities.  First up – another morning walk along the riverfront.  The morning is already warm, so we put on short sleeve shirts and ditched the sweaters and sweatshirts.  First excuse to prolong the actual exercise is to check to see if the mail has come yet.  So up to the office we go, and there’s no mail, but there is home made ginger bread which stops Bob in his tracks – so we have to have another cup of coffee and a “small” piece of that gingerbread cake.  Heavy sighs are in order from me as I see the walk getting put off again, and I’m thinking, “Oh, please don’t turn on that TV!”  I will admit the gingerbread was very yummy, but we do get going , and I think we walk about two miles.  It really is a pretty walk – a paved road with a sidewalk alongside residential homes with nicely landscaped grounds, and the river side is tree-lined with private piers and docks out over the water with little sitting areas on them – some of them even have a roof.  There is not much traffic on this road, and it seems like you can walk forever.  We don’t know where the road ends yet, but maybe if we walk longer and longer each day, we may find out.  When I said to Bob this morning that we should go for our walk, he agreed as we have walked now three days in a row.  I said, “No, this is only our second day.”  He said, actually I think it’s our fourth day.”  I said, “How do you figure that?!”  He said, “Well, I count going and coming two times!!”  Aaarrrgghgh…
            After our walk yesterday, we had lunch, and then decided it was time to check out the hardware store.  We needed another propane canister for the grill, and Bob wanted some other sundry hardware store stuff for the boat.  Old hardware stores are the best – they completely evoke Norman Rockwell times gone-by.  Travis Hardware was opened in 1885, and was no exception.  Some of the items in the store look like they have been there since that time.   It is really a fascinating and interesting place – a labyrinth of rooms, levels and odd spaces and two antique staircases with elaborate banisters and balusters.  It went on forever, twisting and turning into areas with the most unusual items – like WWII communications equipment.  They were very helpful, but they needed radios to talk to each other while they sent you to different places on different levels in this mammoth storehouse of sundry goods.   We had the best time “browsing,” we found what we needed, then proceeded to the check-out counter which was another experience.  There was an “old-timer” there (maybe one of the generations of owners) who was dispensing advice and instruction on any subject to any and all who would listen.  I almost hated to leave.
            We did finally get our mail yesterday, so a good part of the afternoon was taken up with paperwork.  You can’t escape paperwork no matter what, and, as a matter of fact, I think it is harder to deal with if you are on a boat.  We have a great mail service back home that picks up our mail at the post office and sends it to us whenever we call, but it is still a challenge to pay bills on time and to know how much you need to pay if you don’t have the hard copy of the bill in front of you.  You can look at your accounts on line (after you put in 18 different passwords and user id’s), but I personally don’t think any of the websites are user friendly.   As a matter of fact, it is about impossible to figure out your credit card bill on line, and I dare anyone to decipher their phone bill.
            Then last night we decided to sign up for streaming Netflix, and actually watched a movie on the computer!  Then this morning we did realize we could watch streaming CNN, so it was news with breakfast again.  So I guess our television addiction will be able to continue.
            So this morning, we woke up to a really nice day.   It is “spring-time warm,” with a blue sky with just a few clouds, and birds searching for their breakfast everywhere.  We have not gone for a walk as yet this morning as Bob has been on the computer checking out car rentals.  Uh oh, I think a car may have an impact on our walking activities.  But, success, we will have a rental car tomorrow and now we are headed off on our daily walk again.  I hope we can continue our exercise routine in spite of the car ,which, actually, we are only planning on keeping for a day or two!  However, just a short while into our “stroll”, Bob says he wants to turn around and head back.  It’s around 11:00 a.m., and it will be lunch time when we get back, and we are making threatening noises about getting out the bikes and heading to the grocery store again!
            And so it comes to pass that Bob wants to try the bike routine again!  This time the bikes are already unfolded and are in the stern ready to be hoisted off onto the dock.  I suggest we put air in the tires again, which works out well, because the gizmo that does amazing things, plus acts as an air compressor, is stowed conveniently at hand this time, and Bob puts air in all the tires again.  At the hardware store, we bought these handy little bungee cords, so we should be able to fasten our groceries to the back of the bikes more securely this time.  Our daughter-in-law intelligently reminded us that a back-pack would come in quite handy for this type of venture, which we will have to remember for future shopping trips!
            Our trip to the store this time was much easier than last time.  We followed the scenic river road as far as we could, then just a couple of turns later, we were at the Publix.  We got everything we needed, including Bob’s favorite pastry…but…
            Horror of horrors…I have discovered that I am in terrible, terrible trouble.  I thought I had planned so well for every eventuality – from October 8 (when we left) to December 13 (when we return home)…and I had hoped beyond all hope that this particular occurrence would not happen.  But the best laid plans…
            The cat has been on a marathon eating binge, and I fear I am running out of her “wet” cat food.  C’mon – I brought six boxes of the stuff!  But she has been an eating machine since she has been on the boat!  And, guess what…the stores in these parts don’t have the kind of cat food she is used to eating!  Do you have any idea how hard it is to change a cat’s diet??  It is virtually impossible!  Bob, in his usual genius mode, suggested that I mix up the two different kinds until she accepts that she has been fooled into thinking that nothing is different, but I have my doubts… there will be more on this later – trust me!
            So homeward bound we go, and on the way back, we ride by the nice man that gave us the bungee cords to return them to him with a nice note thanking him for his kindness.  Groceries get unpacked, bikes get stowed away, and we settle in for the rest of the afternoon.  Dinner tonight will be steak on the grill, spinach sautéed in a little garlic and olive oil, and leftover wild pecan rice.  It’s been a good day.
            This is such a nice marina and definitely worth a stop on the way home, but I thought you might be interested in why Bob likes it so much – so here are the top ten reasons why this marina is one of Bob’s favorites:
            10 – The area is relatively flat and easy to get around by walking or biking
              9 – The roads are not heavily travelled
              8 -  The town has interesting stores and restaurants
              7 -  The road along the river is beautiful and scenic to walk or bike along
              6 -  There is a professional theatre here
              5 – The marina facilities are top of the line
              4 – The marina clubhouse has a big TV
              3 -  The staff is unbelievably competent, helpful, and nice
              2 – It’s not terribly expensive
            But the number one reason that this is Bob’s favorite marina –
            It has a 24 hour surveillance camera, that is aimed right at our boat, and Bob can turn on the computer and with a few clicks of the mouse can look at the boat anytime of day or night anywhere in the world!

Monday, November 26, 2012


Monday, November 26, 2012 – Cocoa:
            Well, I apologize for the short blog yesterday afternoon (although most people reading this are probably thankful for a “short” blog), but I was rather on the cranky side as it seemed that the day was not exactly productive and most of all it was a good bit frustrating.
            I realized by mid-afternoon that what I needed was a good, long walk, and Bob said he thought that would be a good idea, too – he just didn’t say when.  So when I first suggested it, he said, “Sure, just let me finish (I don’t remember what he was doing at the time, but it was really important to finish it whatever it was), and then we’ll go.  “On our way, let’s take up the recycling, and check the mail one more time, and I want to ask the marina office if I can borrow the float I see over by that dock over there so I can clean the hull.”  “Ok,” says I, thinking this will prolong our walk, but at least we’ll be headed in the right direction.  So we get up to the marina office, and no one is there, but there is this giant TV, and before I can say, “let’s walk on the sunny side of the street,” Bob has sat down in this big comfy chair and turned on the football game.  I can see the walk getting more difficult.  The only game that is being broadcast is the Steelers and Browns, and the score says the Browns are WINNING.  Winning??  The Steelers are losing to the Browns??  What planet are we on??  So, of course, that game got Bob’s attention, and also the two other guys that came in around that time, so the walk was by now is getting to be a distant memory.  So we watched the game, with Bob promising that the Ravens would be on right after this one was over.  So I’m thinking, “Ok, that will be fun”, and I think it is actually kind of cool that the Browns are winning this game (I like to root for the underdog), and maybe the day will end on a fun note.  So, the game gets over with the Steelers looking dazed as they walk off the field, and the Browns (having, I believe, only won two other games) don’t look all that happy to me for winning – so what’s up with that?  I mean could the coach at least smile?  So now with the promise of the Ravens game in the air, my mood perks up, but, wait, the game that comes on is not the Ravens.  So…Bob starts surfing the channels looking for it.  I think he went through about 3580 channels, but no Ravens.  Aaarrggh…time to go back to the walk.  I am standing by the door, and Bob is resurfing the channels – I am beginning to think he really doesn’t want to go for a walk.  I think about begging, and then I consider that maybe tears will work, and finally, he says, “Ok, but first I have to figure out how to turn the TV off.”  This takes another several minutes.  Do you understand my frustration?
            So, anyway, we do finally go for that walk, and it was a good walk, except for the scary couple that we thought were going to ask us for money, so we walked faster to the opposite side of the street.
            And so you know the rest of the story about trying to get the Ravens game on the computer, which didn’t work.  We also brought along the Sirius radio we have, but we couldn’t get the game on that either.  So that accounts for the “cranky” blog.
            But the evening wasn’t over – Kitty cat had a little adventure.  Bob and I were reduced to an evening of our usual card playing, and neither of us were particularly hungry, so we decided about 7:00 p.m. to forego dinner and eat cereal.  Hey, sometimes it’s acceptable to do that on a boat!  However, around 8:30 p.m., after several rounds of cards, we decided we wanted something more than cereal and then decided to do the dinner thing.  So Bob cooked a port tenderloin on the grill, and I made wild pecan rice and peas to go with it, and that glass of white wine went along nicely as well.  However, as Bob was grilling (we left the door open as it was a nice evening), Kitty cat got very brave and decided to actually step out onto the deck and look around.  Then before we knew it, she was walking all along the port side of the deck, and even the heron that squawked at her and flew right overhead didn’t seem to bother her!   So, after this little stroll, she comes back inside, and she was so full of herself for conquering the port side of the boat, she required me to play “Lions of the Serengeti,” with her.  As usual she won this game, and I was very glad I had clipped her little kitty cat claws the other day.  So now, she decided to venture out again!  And this time, she walks to the stern, sniffs the bikes, and continues completely around the entire boat, and then saunters back up to the bow and sits down and contemplates her surroundings.  Maybe she was trying to plan her escape – I don’t know – but she better remember she’s been microchipped!
            So dinner was served, kitty cat came back in, and she was so totally proud of herself – she just walked around purring. 
            This morning dawned lovely again, and we sat up on the flybridge with our coffee, but Lucy did not grace the outside with her presence.  We were planning the day, which will consist of visiting the hardware store – hopefully, it will be open this time.  Anyway, I was thinking about how this town came to be named Cocoa so I checked it out on the town’s website.  I thought it was pretty interesting, but the story was too long to try and condense, so I have cut and pasted it here:

 The city was founded by fishermen very early in Florida's history. An authentic, historical account states that the first families arrived in Cocoa around 1860. A post office was established at Magnolia Point two miles north and the first commercial building in Cocoa was erected in 1881 or 1882. First plats of the new settlement were made in 1882 under the name "Indian River City" on land owned by Captain R. A. Hardee. The name Indian River City was unacceptable to the U.S. Postal authorities who claimed it was too long for use on a postmark.
 In 1925, the Cocoa Tribune published several accounts, supplied by readers, of the town's naming. A Mrs. Ruby Myers credited Captain R.C. May with the choosing of the name Cocoa at a town meeting in 1884. Those attending the meeting focused on a local product or characteristic feature of the area; e.g., citrus plants and Cedar Key

   It was stated that at Captain May's suggestion, the group finally chose [the name]for its association with the Cocoa plant. The name was forwarded to Washington, D.C. where it was officially adopted.
 Another version suggests that while a group of citizens were seeking a name for the town, an old woman received inspiration from a box of Baker's Cocoa and her suggestion was adopted. Still another version suggests that along the bank of the Indian River lived an old woman who would supply hot cocoa to the sailors as they traversed the Indian River. As they passed, they would call out "cocoa, cocoa" until the woman supplied them with refreshment. Whatever its origin, by 1884 the name Cocoa had become permanently associated with what was then an infant settlement.
(I don't know how to get rid of this weird formatting.)
            So, this is what I should have written last night with my final sentence being, “and kitty cat strolled the decks by the light of the silvery moon.”
            Today is just beginning, so who knows what will unfold…