If all this wasn t enough distraction - there is the incessant ubiquitous telephone. This is a relatively modern instrument of torture which wealthy landlubbers rent by the month to punish themselves for having too much money. The phone rings like a metronome. Thus I spend my summer. I want another pitcher of Pina Coladas.
Life can be tough, especially ashore.
But what I do most of the time is to count the days left before I can move back aboard my beloved Wildcard . Living aboard, especially here in the Virgins, is a wonderful lifestyle. There is always plenty of beach parking places for my dinghy. Solar cells provide our electrical needs. We do not have, nor want, an inboard engine.