Waiting It Out

I know I've been quiet on the blog front (and Facebook) as of late. 
We are still here.  We are still hot.  We are still just in a holding pattern.  But it's all good.

I decided to use some of the waiting time to get a paying gig for a little while.  It's working out pretty well so far.  Though, it's definitely changed our schedule. 

We had planned on random sailing trips while we are here... but doesn't really work when I am working 5 days a week and my days off aren't consecutive.  Again, no biggie.  Hubs is finishing a few projects around Airabess, installing new systems and tweaking the old ones.  Coco is easing her way back into a school routine (we aren't officially starting until October), and I am bringing home the bacon.  

Also, making new friends and planning rendezvous for when it's time to set sail for real.  

A few more weeks (and if the weather is right) we will be on our way.  

People have asked why we didn't just wait it out back home.  Truthfully~ we just didn't want to.  We were so ready to just go (away).  It really wasn't necessary to acclimate for months.  Nor was it important we sweat our tushes off in the process.  But. We wanted to get going.  Get moving.  Start heading in another direction.   We were ready.  So we went.  And now we are here and waiting. 

It's kind of nice too when you can pull up to the dingy dock and not have to vie for a spot, Or have to wait at the showers (while we have access we use them, no need to use our hard hauled water when we don't have to).

I know it will be time to go before we know it!

Inferno

It's always a great idea to leave the relative moderate temperatures (in a house with air conditioning) of northeast florida in August to live on a boat (made for winter temps). ESPECIALLY if you are relocating to almost Cuba (aka the Florida Keys). There is only a major adjustment period. 

Um, yeah... About that. Hotter than Hades down here and this crew is struggling to adjust, as much as it pains me to admit. But, DAMN, it's hot. I mean, REALLY! I had no idea. 

Our first week in and we ARE flailing. The heat is oppressive. 

Today we kind of got a grasp on how to handle it.  It goes a little like this~ sleep as long as the sun will allow, while moving to reach the fan. SLOWLY, regain consciousness from a sweaty nights sort of sleep. Skip coffee (because its too damn hot to contemplate) and pour warmish (because cold no longer exists in your universe) water over your head. Regain composure and brain functioning. 

About that time you realize it's already noon and you've moved approximately 2 feet from your starting point... But we're doin it!

Seriously though, afternoons involve something IN THE WATER. Otherwise we will be cooked. 

Stay hydrated. Wear tons of sunscreen. Wear as little clothes as possible. You get the gist. 

Am I complaining?  That's not really my intent. Just laying out the facts. ;)

Would I/we go back? Absolutely not. Is it a major overhaul on the senses? Um, yeah!  So, we are doing what we can to assimilate and then pouring more water over our heads. 

Still living the dream.