Monday, April 22, 2013 – Hopeful in Cocoa:

            After drinks on our boat and a lovely dinner at the Thai restaurant with our friends from Starlight Express and Samba (I had curry, and don’t let anyone ever tell you it’s not hot!), we hit the sack hoping for a brighter tomorrow weatherwise.  Well, sometime in the middle of the night towards morning, Mother Nature decided we needed a bona fide thunderstorm complete with lightning and a torrential downpour.  It was over by the time we decided to put our feet on the floor, but everything was soaking wet and the sky was still gray.

Friends from Samba and Starlight Express

            Reading and deciphering the weather here for the past few days has been a challenging task.  It seems as though the weatherman has never been 100% right, (well, of course he never is) and in hindsight we think, “Well, maybe we should have left yesterday, and just gone up to Titusville.”  “But, then it’s probably better that we let this clear out for one more day and leave tomorrow.”  And so it goes.  I am terrible at listening to the weather.  I don’t know why, but the minute I hear the weatherman’s voice, I zone out and fall into a deep sleep.  You could probably hypnotize me with weather reports, and make me do something that would be embarrassing and amusing.  Consequently, I let everyone else make decisions based on the weather.  I suppose I should become more responsible about this sort of thing.  Um hmmm. 

            Anyway, as of a few minutes ago, and that would be 4:00 p.m., it was sunny, but now the sky has darkened again with black clouds hovering overhead and a stiff breeze still blowing.   It just never seems to blow this weather out of here.  Actually, the wind is starting to blow like crazy again.

            Oh well, the plan is to leave tomorrow.  We have made all the appropriate preparations, done the laundry, paid the bills, done the pump-out thing, prepared some meals in advance, and we are ready to go.  We’ll just have to see what tomorrow morning brings.  I am really hopeful that we will be able to get out of our slip, head into the channel, and when we get to the Indian River, turn left, and

            …HOME, JAMES!

                                                Wish us luck!