2021 Life Logs, Day 91: April Fool’s Day
Date: Thursday, April 1, 2021
Weather: Overcast with a Little Rain; High 55, Low, 29 degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, East Falmouth, MA
April Fool’s Day came a day late for me since the joke was on me yesterday. I thought March 31 was April 1. And after school today, Ollie gave me a sheet of directions to follow. It was an April’s Fool joke and I almost fell for it. Otherwise, my day was unremarkable.
I did get to write about breaking my leg in Moorea and sailing on the next day to another island. At the time, I thought it was no big deal. Just a pain to deal with. Getting on and off the boat was very difficult, but I figured out ways to do it. In looking back and writing about it, I thought I must have been on drugs to think it was no big deal. I even called Mark’s sister and brother-in-law tonight to verify what I had written in my logs. They were with me the night I broke my leg and for the next week and a half. They said I seemed to be unfazed by the whole thing. Less than forty-eight hours after breaking my leg, we were on our way to another island. And then we went on to Bora Bora where we had a wonderful few days. If we had not had guests on board, things might have been different. But I certainly didn’t want to spoil their vacation, so I think I just took a deep breath and said it was time to move on. In the introduction to the book I am writing about the voyage of Windbird, I begin with a quote by Thoreau: “What people say you cannot do, you try and find you can.” I think that truly applies to the broken leg episode. Because Mary Ellen and Lee were with us, I put forth my bravest self and then found that I could continue on without skipping a beat. Or maybe I was so in love with the South Pacific that nothing was going to keep me from enjoying every minute while we were there.
Tomorrow writing might not make it on to my agenda. I take my car to Hyannis tomorrow morning for a recall check due to a defective protective coating on the drive shaft. Then I will return home and pick Ollie up to come home with me. Tomorrow is a school holiday and he wants to work to make money for a remote control car. I have plenty of jobs to keep him busy. Not sure how long he will want to work. So I will write later in the day if I get a chance. If not, I’ll continue on Saturday.
