Greetings from Green Turtle Bay Marina, in the Cumberland River, at Grand Rivers, near Paducah, KY.. Seems I’ve said that before, and I have.......We arrived on Monday, as planned, and then, well....
Here’s how the week went. Get up in the morning, unhook the power cord, check out the circumstances of the day--health and weather (and most days both were less than thrilling) chat for a minute or two, re-connect the power cord and relax for the day.
Well, relax is a relative term, too. Coming thru the Cheatem lock on the Cumberland River on Monday, Fred’s back twisted, or popped, or did something that was painful. He’s had issues with it for years, and except for minor ‘blips’ it has behaved well for a long time, so we expected a quick return to normal. It was not to be.
Tuesday the rain poured from the wee small hours to late in the day. Don’t know about your back, but that cold, raw, bone-chilling kind of day does nothing for a back that is strained. We met and visited with Liz and Steve, the crew of SHINGEBISS (the boat is named for a duck) from MN, but Fred was not anywhere near feeling good.
The decision to stay on Wed. was easy. Cold, raw, and foggy, We have the use of a Courtesy vehicle here, so I went off to the grocery store and pharmacy. After dinner we visited for a bit with Dot and Dan from PRINCESS DOT, and then watched Game 1 of the World Series. We turned the game on at the top of the 8th inning, thereby missing the 7th inning stretch when Mary Kay Hollenbeck, a family friend of longstanding and soloist for the West Point Army Band had the honor of singing ‘God Bless America’! Sorry to have missed it. And the Yankees lost, also a bummer.
Better job next day, though, when we’d had a pretty quiet day (after the morning power cord shuffle) and were happy to see the Yanks come back to win. Fred's back's improving, bot not 100%.
Friday we were ready to go! Rest and meds seemed to have put the back back, so we actually moved to the fuel dock, added 100 gal. of diesel, and pumped out the holding tank. But the weather turned to junk. The radar verified what we could see on the horizon. We ‘d just finished re-tying the dock lines when the squall hit. And lasted well beyond squall length. It rained and blew and gusted all day. Could we have been underway in the rain? Sure. However, it just didn’t seem like a good idea to head out into a day that was just generally unpleasant. We’re doing this because it is fun, right? Slogging in the wind and rain isn’t much fun.
Saturday dawned blue-skied and gorgeous. Dilemma. We’ve been here 5 days and now can go to the weekly rate and stay the weekend “for free”. As the back seemed to be improving--in fact, nearly back to normal-- to give it two more days seemed like a good idea.
It most certainly was a good idea. The improvement reversed itself and by Sunday night Fred was immobile and it was ER time. Injectable meds did the trick and he got some relief.
Monday--a day of rest. See you next week, when we may no longer be held onto by the Green Turtle!
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