I was up at around 4 am this morning with not much to do. My laptop battery was dead and our house bank was sufficiently low that I couldn't turn on my "non essential" computer charger so I resorted to scanning the entire SSB AM range listening to far off conversations, mostly in languages I could not understand.

Around 6:45 weather dude came on and I duly recorded the forecast in our weather book. Amy woke up shortly afterwords and made me and the weasels breakfast grilled cheesies. Afterwords, the weasels and I played wrestle mania on our bed while Amy did dishes and read her book.

George from Seaquel came by around 9 and collected us for a walk over to the oceanside beach. It was a nice mile or mile and a half trip through the vegetation and our trail ended on a small isolate beach.

While walking down the beach I found a large mooring buoy that George and I used to have an impromptu bowling game at the high tide mark. With the extreme curvature of the beach, it took quite a number of tries before we were able to knock down our single pin. I think the PBA tour has nothing to fear from George and I, but then again if I had to wear those lame ass outfits you see those guys in, I'd kick my own ass.

In additional to our bowling endeavors, George brought his training kite with him and after some quick instructions I was able to fly solo. The training kite is normally used for people who want to learn how to kite board. It is a 2 meter (area) kite that teaches you the basics of flight control and it lets you get a feel for the forces the kite exerts without having to use the much larger, actual surfing kite (4 or 6 meter).

I was able to keep the kite air born for a couple of minutes before it would spin wildly out of control, knock me off my feet and then drag me down the beach a short distance before it impaled itself in a coconut tree. I managed to hit the same tree three times and I still maintain that I was trying to use the kite to selectively knock coconuts to the ground. I don't think George was buying it and Amy snapped several photos of our exploits.

After and hour or so the kite had beaten us both into submission and we hobbled (me and George) back across the island and returned home to our boats.

Back on board the mother ship I made rum smoothies in our Magic Bullet blender and then relaxed in the cockpit until around dinner time when I made a quick dash in to the grocery for some fresh veggies. I forgot to mention that the mail boat comes in on Wednesday morning, hence the fresh veggies.

Dinner was a chef salad which was pretty good despite an alarming lack of meat like entities in it. The evening running of the weasels followed and then it was lights out by 8 pm.