Wash Day – Day 8

Today we are in no rush about anything.  Storms moved through all night, but being undercover, we were not really affected by the rains or the wind.  The remnants of the night’s storms are still present.  We are prepared for a dreary day, the menu; doing the wash, catching up on our blog, buying my turquoise ball cap, cleaning the bilge, and cleaning up the cabin.

First things first, the girls anxiously await their breakfast

After taking care of the daily chores, we start on our list for the day.  I do take a break when the youngest grandbabies ring in on Skype.  We have an entertaining conversation of sorts: they dance, they jump, they spell words, they show Grandmommy their feet, they show me their cars, their helicopter, the works.  Alexis is wearing a Duke T-shirt for church (it’s March Madness Sunday and she and Ken work with the Kids’ Praise Service).  They head off to church and I get back to chores at hand.

A few things that didn’t get quite dry (this photo should win some national contest, don’t you think?

Clint hard at work

We had lunch today on the boat, sandwiches and chicken/sausage gumbo.  Walked the girls again with sweaters on this time.  The wind is really whipping down the creek (I correct my earlier posts, this is the Yellow Creek – it’s the widest creek I have personally ever seen).  The creek is very choppy and there is a strong chill in the moist air as it bounces off the water.

We continue our chores at a very relaxed pace.  The day draws to a close, we eat snacks in the place of dinner, accompanied by a glass of wine.  Clint talks to a son-in-law, Steve, by phone.  He has a layover in Boston, and has flown his lovely wife, Stephanie (yes, we are prejudice, as we should be) there for the weekend.  They are watching March Madness in a sports bar there.

After again walking the girls, we go shower and head back to Barefootin‘. We crawl into bed early and watch (sorry folks) “Sex in the City” reruns.  Crude at times I know, but it can be so funny and we needed a good laugh or two to end the rather boring day.  (we are having “Mick-withdrawal” pains I think)

Oh, I had promised to tell you the latest “dog feat” aboard.  Presley has actually learned how to potty on command.  You have no idea what a wonderful thing that is to us…this dog has ADD and trying to get her to focus has just been useless.  (I have a hard time focusing also, so I understand her problem, but still…)  Now, after a week of constant leashing (she runs loose on the farm), she has “gotten it!”  She literally walks right off the sidewalk, squats and wah lah!!  Hooray for Presley!!

Quick reminder, tomorrow we get underway, heading back up the Tennessee River.  Weather permitting we will be attempting 3 locks and spending the evening at River Walk in Decatur.  Do you remember the name of the restaurant at that dockage?  I’ll report on the food their in Day 9’s blog.

Smiling. Hope you are doing the same.

Today’s Question: Did you find the answer to yesterday’s question?  I did…let me know your answers and we’ll compare notes.

Barefootin‘ Travel Log: No miles, no gas used, no nothing.

7 thoughts on “Wash Day – Day 8

  1. 40 or 80 thousand dollars, I know this is a big jump between guesses and we should know the answer having posed the question but we figured someone would get it exactly (with a little help from wickipedia). Still it’s a lot of cash for that time period.

    Hard Dock cafe, great name! Bon apetite!

    • You are correct, Gail. Twas $75,000. Andrew Jackson did, definitely, have his shortcomings. I personally think he did do some good things while in office though. I certainly disagree with the Trail of Tears decision. I do not know if that was a decision that he made alone.

      • And I’m not so keen on having to bring up the war of 1812 either : / although had he not spent that money, y’awl could be speaking with a mighty strange accent too.

  2. Hey Guys- Origins of Rear Admiral as follows:

    Rear Admiral is a naval commissioned officer rank above that of a Commodore and Captain, and below that of a Vice Admiral. It is generally regarded as the lowest of the “Admiral” ranks, which are also sometimes referred to as “Flag officers” and/or “Flag ranks”. In many armed forces it is referred to as a two-star rank.

    It originated from the days of Naval Sailing Squadrons and can trace its origins to the Royal Navy. Each Naval Squadron would be assigned an admiral as its head, who would command from the centre vessel and direct the activities of the squadron. The admiral would in turn be assisted by a vice admiral, who commanded the lead ships which would bear the brunt of a naval battle. In the rear of the Naval Squadron, a third admiral would command the remaining ships and, as this section of the squadron was considered to be in the least danger, the admiral in command of the rear would typically be the most junior of the squadron admirals. This has survived into the modern age, with the rank of rear admiral the most-junior of the admiralty ranks of many navies.

    When I read that Leigh was the self-appointed Admiral it reminded me of Steph, who as we all know has always been as self-appointed Admiral as well…… trip sounds awesome-wish we were there! One day.

    • Smiling here. Mind you it wasn’t the rank (as I didn’t check that out before deciding to be a rear admiral), I just like the sound of it. Now what could sound more “Edith Bunker” than that?

      Yet it is true that women are great and wise decision makers, with the intelligence and calm to control any situation that might present itself onboard one’s vessel or in one’s home. No doubt Steph will agree with the last statement.

      Chuckle, chuckle!

  3. (Thought I posted this yesterday….) Clint & Leigh, What a great adventure you are having. We are so proud for you! Of course we miss seeing you here, but through the miracle of technology it’s almost the same! Look forward to seeing you next time you “dock” at home!

    Love ya!

    Rick & Annie

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