Sailing, sickness and splendor

A recollection of yesterday and the day before...

Day before:

Spent the 9-3pm partof my day on the sailboat. I love my life. I have the coolest jobs this summer. We set out at 9:30am with 6 customers- three women and three kids. Having kids on board was fun. Tony (owner/skipper) let the kids have the wheel most of the time, which they enjoyed. It was still pretty choppy from the typhoon when we started out, which made one of the kids a bit sick.He never puked, just felt sick. I felt it a bit in my stomach, too- usually don't get seasick, but a combination not having slept well the night before and the medicine I'd been taking made my stomach almost start turning. Blah.

I lost my voice- for three days in a row. That was kind of fun in a way. It was the best way to amuse people for three days. And amused they were.

Last night....BBQ with surfer guys & co. Yummmy. And....I made a joke in Chinese. One of the guys has a pair of boardshorts with a design around the waistband that looks like eyes. Giving him a hard time about it is fun- I always tell him it feels like his butt's looking at me. Yesterday he wore a different pair. The swells we had yesterday were already hard to catch, and I'd told him it was probably just harder to catch them since he couldn't see without his shorts. While bbq-ing, he randomly turned and told me, "I took the eye pair of boardshorts home to wash."
"Ah, so tomorrow you'll be able to see clearer."
(that was all in Chinese...but making a joke in a foreign language that you'd make in your mother one is a major accomplishment). He threw back his head and laughed. And I smiled with relief. I still have a sense of humor. And it can still show through. Screw language barriers.

This morning I woke up and felt the same as yesterday- sick. I decided after a week of battling a cold and going 3 days without a voice, I was going to the doctor. Funny thing, I HATE going to the doctor- hence the 5 day procastination. But I went, and the doctor was funny enough to brighten my morning. We chatted while he checked my temperature and sprayed some stuff into my throat and nose. If you're wondering if that feels gross, it does. But it worked. He hooked me up with some meds and off I went.

I drove customers most of the morning, hence missing surf time, except for a brief 20min session. I didn't mind too much. There's always tomorrow. But I got to see Greg's surfboard workshop- where he turns old/broken boards into recycled vintage-styled boards. Awesome stuff.


That's it for the day...til something else exciting happens. :P