Settling In
We're still in Block Island, and we're starting to get used to our new lifestyle. This morning we dinghied over to New Harbor with our bikes and backpacks, and I sat here at Aldo's** with the laptop while Lizz went for a run. We've been waiting for good weather to head on to somewhere else, which it looks like we'll get tomorrow when we'll head to Shelter Island in 15-20 knot winds. I feel like we're barely making a dent in the still extensive list of boat projects, and I'm not really bothered. I'm more relaxed than I can remember being, and I think that's the most important thing.
All this is only mildly tarnished by a gland swollen to the size of a golf ball, a casualty of diving underwater to assess the damage we did when we grounded at the Thimble Islands. I need a prescription of antibiotics, which has to be flown in from mainland Rhode Island at a whopping cost of $4.
**Aldo's is a little Italian bakery in Old Harbor. They come out into the anchorage every morning and evening and sell pastries and pies from their launch. We wake every morning to their cries of "Andiamo!".
All this is only mildly tarnished by a gland swollen to the size of a golf ball, a casualty of diving underwater to assess the damage we did when we grounded at the Thimble Islands. I need a prescription of antibiotics, which has to be flown in from mainland Rhode Island at a whopping cost of $4.
**Aldo's is a little Italian bakery in Old Harbor. They come out into the anchorage every morning and evening and sell pastries and pies from their launch. We wake every morning to their cries of "Andiamo!".
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