Happy New Year!

As much as I track what I do and make lists of things I want to do and have done, I don’t usually count how I spend most of my days, so I have done that now for January, even though the month isn’t over. I’m sure there may be some errors, but they are my own.

We walked two beaches, one with donuts (Clearwater Point) and one at sunset (Dunedin Causeway).

We walked the two-mile loop near our place 22 times, and the neighborhood lap at least (0.3m) 13 times. I thought we could get a step streak; my longest is 73 days, but that’s already been disrupted, even though we walked in a downpour one day.

Zeus

I spent about 8 hours and 18 minutes on the phone with Fallon, most of that while walking.

I wrote on sixteen days, and showered every day I worked out, 12 days. I ran 4 miles and cycled 11.78.

I am learning Dutch on Duolingo for our upcoming trip. I’m on a 112-day streak, mostly Spanish.

I only spent 13 days practicing piano, between half an hour and two hours a day. I am making progress and learning chords and new songs (Kiss the Girl — Little Mermaid, Can’t Help Falling in Love With You — Elvis, Hesitation Blues — Jelly Roll Morton, and Red River Valley — American Traditional).

I find time to read almost every night, 19 of them, and sometimes in the afternoon, and for the majority of the ride back to the dock while sailing in rough seas.

I’ve been hired to walk Sarah’s Havanese dogs twice a week in the evening (with bonus nights) for a total of ten this month. They love to pump the brakes and pull in opposite directions. I walked Nancy’s two Chihuahuas five afternoons (they love a quick pace). And while Christine was out of town, I fed her two kitties morning and night for four days.

Chestnut Park Anderson Park

I visit with neighbors frequently and can easily spend an hour talking with them when we see each other (Deb, there are three; Helen, out with her two poodles; and Rick, who loves to garden). I trade a puzzle with Susie. I walk a lap with Linda. I returned two books that Roberto loaned me. I get Girl Scout cookies from Chris D. I talk with Kathy about her daughter’s 1978 Morgan Plus 8 (that she inherited and can’t drive).

Temperatures have ranged from 34°F to 84°F this month (with two foggy mornings), so I’m surprised we’ve only been to the hot tub once, sipped tea five times (weird to keep track of, I know, but I got a new blue tea to try, so yum). I’ve read four books, took three days to finish an Alice in Wonderland puzzle, and visited two of our favorite parks (Chestnut and Anderson) on the same day. I’ve picked up an unfinished cross-stitch design and crocheted with Karley.

Dar and Grace

We’ve had pizza twice (Mellow Mushroom, of course), Tom Rub Thai, Parlor’s layered doughnuts, iced coffee, pretzel bites, a book club dinner for me and nine neighbors at Molly Goodheads, and a night out with friends (since Al’s dad is visiting from Scotland).

We still have so many freeze-dried meals and trail snacks, so we don’t have to shop often, except for salads from Costco and blue cornmeal from Whole Foods.

Caleb started my application to USF, and I finished it. I reached out to the VA about my eligibility for the Post-9/11 GI Bill. It takes weeks to get a letter. I ordered my transcripts from Jacksonville and San Diego through an official email system, and was told this process also takes a few weeks. It’s a good thing I plan on enrolling in the fall.

The more art we hang, the more we find still rolled up or hidden away. We’ve donated plenty of things, and yet we still have more that needs to go. It probably doesn’t help that I take whatever my neighbors are giving away and see if we can’t find a place or need for it. I put the Christmas cards away, but it was nice having them on display.

I spent an afternoon with Fallon and her goldendoodle, Zeus. Caleb and I spent an hour talking with the manager at Hero’s Dive Center. I clean up Caleb’s closet and find a shirt I was looking for, along with a pair of pants I didn’t miss. I go through his frisbee discs, and when he washes three of them, they shatter from old age. I get new running shoes as trail runners are great for walking and excellent for hiking, but still a bit heavy.

Macaroni

Caleb works on his bike (adjusting the fallaway), bakes sweet and savory loaves, spends time with Rick and Agim, makes us dinner, and fixes the broken table I bring home (plus any other projects I can find for him). He reads, knits, and naps occasionally. He talks with his siblings about the weather, their health, and their parents.

We went sailing with Terry and Karley and their dog Macaroni. The guys take the helm and masts while Karley cooks, and we chat. We picked up rental dive tanks, as this outing had a mission to find their missing propeller and then find a wreck to explore. We are woken the first night by bumping into a barge (one of the many we drifted past without encountering) twice. Terry has to stay up to return us to our anchor spot. It’s windy, but I enjoy watching the world go by while sitting in the sun.

Karley, Caleb, Macaroni, my legs

Terry drops an undersea drone into the terrible visibility below us, and that, mixed with cold weather, means no one is motivated to get wet. The tanks will go unused, lesson learned. Caleb syphons water out of the fuel tank since he has the most experience being tossed around in an engine room. Dinner will be carrot cake, pretzel chips, and fresh fruit. The small afternoon storm we were expecting for Sunday afternoon rolls in thick in the morning, tosses us around all day, and tangles the two anchors.

Not everything in the cabin was secure for sea, so there was some cleaning to do while still in rough seas for the ten-hour return to the dock. It didn’t help that Karley gets terribly seasick. I would feel awkward after being tossed around for two days. It felt better to move around (to match the motion in my brain), but that had given me a headache.