Tom and Roberta, good weather and the sailing club

On Tuesday, our very dear cousins, Tom and Roberta Green, drove over from their vacation home in Venice on the west coast to visit us here on the east coast (note picture of Roberta driving the boat).

They live in Indianapolis, where Tom works for SBC and Roberta works at St. Francis South Campus.

We had lunch on shore, then dinghied to the boat and took them on a two-hour trip to see the local sights. Tom and Roberta have been following our blog faithfully and I think secretly hoped to be mentioned in this post.

Visiting us on board, especially when you have to drive three hours to get here, automatically qualifies you for being highlighted in this blog.

Wednesday we had a farewell lunch with my brother, Allen and his wife, Dorie, at a local seafood restaurant, a pre-celebration of Allen's birthday on Valentine's day. We have enjoyed visiting with them and meeting lots of their interesting friends.

That evening, we dinghied to shore for dinner at Duffy's Sports Bar, where we had previously determined we could watch the IU-Wisconsin basketball game. As we entered the bar area, we noted a couple of women wearing IU shirts. We stopped to visit with them and they invited us to sit with them to watch the game. They were from the east side of Indianapolis. Our whooping and hollering wasn't enough for an IU win, but we enjoyed watching the game with "home-town" folks.

Today (Thursday) we worked on projects until lunchtime, then "upped the anchor" to leave our beloved North Lake Worth anchorage and headed about an hour south to a new anchorage be near our electrician in the morning.

By the way, on the way south we stopped to top off our diesel and water tanks. Sweating bullets, I approached the North Palm Beach Marina fuel dock. After making a 180-degree turn in the middle of the channel I slowly brought the boat around, then slid gently alongside the dock on the starboard side, inspiring awe on the part of the young dock hand who assisted us. My confidence is building.

We are now anchored just south of Peanut Island in the middle of Lake Worth. As I was writing this post, Phil called me to the back deck to watch a gaggle of small sail boats entering the anchorage. Each small boat had one occupant who appeared to be middle-school age. There were about 30 boats flooding our anchorage. I'm guessing they are sailing students from the Palm Beach Yacht Club, which is across the channel from our anchorage. I shot several pictures as they practiced their sailing skills.

Life is good,
Margaret