We returned
from Jeff’s Mom’s funeral in Toronto two days ago. It was a lovely, simple
service, graveside, in the freezing cold last Sunday, followed by an afternoon shiva to which about 50 people showed up (surprising, given that Shyrle was
98!). People spoke of her as a kind, gentle soul – always smiling and positive.
Though those who remember her from the years before alzheimer’s described a
“dynamo” who never stopped. She had been a vet of WW2, serving with her doctor
husband in the Canadian Red Cross.
So now
we’re back in the Bahamas, and having rested up for two days in beautiful
Emerald Bay Marina, we left this morning for a 6 hour sail to Little Farmer’s
Cay. The weather is forecast to turn nasty in a couple of days – two cold
fronts, one after the other. So we’re planning to hunker down in Staniel Cay,
where there is protection from the wind between two islands.
Meanwhile,
we’re still on the water on rolling waves – almost there. I’ve been rehearsing
my choir music and helping to navigate the boat, though the autopilot does the
sailing on a long trip like this. We’ll head to Staniel Cay tomorrow – so glad
to be back in paradise!
Post Script:
We are the
only boat anchored in this gorgeous bay, under a full moon. We decided to treat
ourselves to a rare dinner out at the near-by beautiful little restaurant and
bar, right on the beach. Grouper, conch, Bahamian peas n’ rice, cold slaw and
fries were a welcome change from our usual fare. The only downer - sand fleas chased us back
to the boat L.
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