All of our plans for leaving the Keys went up in smoke - or I should say in pandemic.
This has, probably, been the most difficult year yet.
Keith goes to shore and does all the necessaries for daily life. I'm on the boat - all the time.
First, I can't wear a mask. I can't breath in one, never could. Remember the old Halloween costume plastic masks? I could never wear those either. A type of claustrophobia, maybe?
Second, I have a bit of a protest going with the marina we're in. When the head dude yells at someone to the point that someone's blood pressure rises, and paramedics are called in - well, I have a big problem with that.
This head dude has anger issues. And he has not one iota of customer service skills. When I did hang around the marina, I used to call him Smiley. Not once did I ever see him smile.
I was nice and polite whenever I had interaction with him, which was rare. Basically, because I witnessed how he went off on people (including Keith), and I wanted NO part of that! But, I gotta say, when his verbal abuse causes health issues in a Senior Citizen, it becomes a real problem for me. So, I have personally boycotted the marina. Sad to say, most of the marina staff have become carbon copies of this head dude, which makes it very pleasurable to go there.
We have had few days of pleasant - mostly they are Sundowners with photo's of the setting sun. I love sunsets. It tells me that we made it through another day.
