Yes, yes I know that it seems a bit extravagent for me to be whinging about having a pool when I live on a sailboat on a river. But, let me just go into that a bit further.
Even though I am not a “strong” swimmer – or really a swimmer at all – I do enjoy on hot days while perfecting my glowing tan to get into the water and cool off. Now – first of all, WD is not really conducive to tanning – the deck is just too small and cluttered with a kayak, surf ski and surfboard. Also, our boat faces the botanic gardens. The busy botanic gardens. I do not need to have 500 people running by have the chance to glimpse me in a swimsuit – weight loss or no weight loss. My last argument is the state of the Brisbane river. There are not only sharks and three-eyed fish in the water, there is poop. That’s right – people poop in their boat toilets and pump it into the river. Dan pulled a diaper out of the water in front of our dinghy two days ago – fortunately there was no baby attached – but still – someone threw a diaper in the water. There was a kid that used to work at P9 that swam from one side of the river to the other on a dare a few years ago and was sick for two weeks. Like – pneumonia sick.
So…. yeah. I need a pool. I would go swim downtown at streets beach, but a news station tested the water for a “breaking story” and found like, 27 different types of urine in the water. I’m thinking I’ll just break into the lobby pool and swim away.
So, enough of that. Work is good – the boat is coming along…. (more like limping along) and I can’t post photos yet. It’s just not ready. I can’t believe Ken used to live like that. Quick side note – I am in this computer lab and right behind me I hear this guy yelling on the phone “Don’t be smart with me and don’t tell me what to do” – I turn around and its KEN! The crusty old sailer of a landlord packrat. I am cowering in the corner. I CANNOT talk to him. I can’t wait until he leaves for Columbia to visit his girlfriend next week. This morning when we went out to the dinghy to go to shore there was a roach trap and a fan in the boat – like, Ken had paddled over in the middle of the night and put it there. Creeps me out.
Ok – I’ve got to run out. Literally.
LOVE
Alright, I understand the pool issue now; in fact you had me at the three-eyed fish…
Well, the last time I checked you had 6 commets. Baby! How the heck are you? Your trip sounded amazing. So do you have an address for your yacht? Talk to you soon.
Abby
I don’t think Ken has a girlfriend.