Can't talk on all the phone calls David avidly makes.
Nothing upbeat to say,and I should have chapters of ' thrill ' to narrate...
Is it the rain?
Is it me?
We are staying up the hill, in a B and B,follow me here,up the road from the Fiji town ,Savu Savu and away from The Copper Shed Marina where Rhythm is mooring ...
David met Rod at the upholsterer in town.Rod is from Australia and has this shiny new house overlooking the sea. We are enjoying the mammoth space; kitchen with a multitude of appliances,a large oven,fridge,the works. Washer dryer,hot water showers,solid earth beneath our beds . Why can't this make me happy?
We had a fun evening last night,Sunday here,we initiated a pot luck for our thanksgiving ceremony.I made an island version of pumpkin pie- added shredded coconut,don't worry..Olivia made a traditional one too. We cooked a big chicken and David dressed it and made a hearty gravy. We taxied to the marina where Rhythm and our sailing community were awash in rain.The crews and skippers trickled in and we toasted and feasted. We turned to the Rugby world cup and cheered along side our South African,Australian friends present in team shirts. Olivia has become very entranced with the game,proud to know her bro Jeremy played and keen to learn every rule. We taxied back,up past where the pavement ends ,along the red running dirt road to Rods.
Today,early rise and yoga on the spacious deck right out our bedroom. Cooking here is a pleasure. We made use of what food stuffs we brought. I cooked scrambled eggs and tossed into a spicy cabbage salad...I had a craving. Yesterday I went solo on a cathartic walk along the beach ,the beach was the first of this trip with the grand birth of a very low tide..Today David and walked,but it was brief and very wet.I had a hot shower,i got into my jammies...I did laundry.I made daal. Joey made choc.chip cookies with coconut oil,borrowing Rods sugar. Joey nurses his necrosis..well,it looks very deathly,his athletes foot has turned rotten,oozing,open sores red and frightening looking. it's so very good that he is off the perpetually wet boat.Tomorrow,Tuesday,shops reopen after a holiday Monday and we will take him to the clinic.
Olivia does math.David writes a long long long letter Joey floats Rod floats,I am on the fringe
As usual.
Thinking of Jeremy and Philippa and glad David is so so so good at calling them ,he being always happy and cheery.
Hopefully ,more exuberant descriptive reporting will come to you soon
..whoever actually reads this...hopefully not my Happy Class teacher,Id be failing,
sadly
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