Sunday August 15, 2010
This is the first time Matt and I had tried sleeping on the port side settee which can be made into a full size bed by adding a cushion and taking off the back rests. Â We had wanted to see if it was any larger than the v-berth, but besides having our legs be able to fully extend comfortably I think we lost a bit of width because it felt like we were on top of each other the whole night. Â And not only was a lack of space keeping Matt up (we have a king size bed at home to sprawl out on), he had terrible allergies that night that would not allow him any rest. Â So when he announced at 6 am that he couldn’t take it anymore and decided he couldn’t take it any more and needed to find a drug store, I gladly rolled over and took up his side of the bed once it was unoccupied. Â He also took the overheated and panting saildog with him, and I drifted into a peaceful undisturbed sleep.
Minutes or hours later, Matt joined me back in bed but this time I was too far out to let the lack of space bother me. Â I have a feeling I was out for close to an hour when I heard the whimpers of Mazzii coming from the cockpit. Â Apparently Matt had sat out there for awhile after he returned from the store and left her up there when he went back to bed. Â Normally we ignore her whimpers of boredom or loneliness in the morning because they start way before we get up, but this time I decided to go check on her so Matt could get at least 2 hours of comfortable sleep that night. Â It must have been loneliness that was plaguing her because as soon as I joined her in the cockpit she was content to sit and watch the passing boats. Â We stayed like this for awhile, Mazzii happy to have company, and me catching the sideways rays of sun through the bimini. Â Close to an hour later the lack of a comfortable seat must have set her off again because she was back to whimpering and staring down the companionway. Â Again, I tried to let it go for a few minutes, but when she wouldn’t stop I thought it might be best for me to try and take her down (not in the beating sense) instead of Â letting her wake up Matt. Â I placed her West Marine life jacket on her which is the only way I can attempt to move her anywhere because of the nice handle on the back. Â As always, as soon as I go to grab for her she backs up as if she doesn’t want to be touched or moved. Â Knowing she probably wanted to be in the cabin more than she wanted to be picked up I grabbed the nylon strap to drag her toward the companionway. Â And then came the hardest part: lifting a 60 lb dog with my 110 lb frame. Â Normally Matt can just grab her with one hand and easily place her at the top or the bottom of the stairs, but I had to grab her with both hands as I tried to keep my balance while gingerly stepping down the steep entryway. Â Never has Â the motto “One hand for yourself and one for the ship” been more true for what I should have been doing. Â Stepping onto the third and final step my foot came out from under me and the dog and I went crashing down the rest of the way. Â Mazzii had only been a foot off the ground and past all the steps, so she landed perfectly. Â I however was sitting stunned on the bottom step after slamming my bum and my elbow on the hard teak surfaces. Â Needless to say the fall down the stairs was louder than the dog’s continuous whimpering would have been and Matt was up in a flash.
I’m used to falling and bumping into things all the time so I thought I’d just bounce back up, but this fall actually knocked the wind out of me and left me lightheaded. Â I took the spot on the settee that had been quickly vacated by Matt. Â After bandaging my elbow I announced that I would be fine after I had some time to rest. Â This excuse to lie down only afforded me about another hour of lethargy before Matt announced I was well enough to get up and sail. Â A completely lazy Sunday, this would not be. Â We fired up the engine and cruised out the channel to of course 25 knot winds on Lake Michigan. Â Luckily he was still feeling sorry enough for me that as soon as the main sheet was raised I was allowed to sit around and do nothing, just like the gremlin who caused my pain and bruising. Â I could try to describe our sail a little more this day, but with the slight seasickness I was getting from the waves combined with my throbbing elbow, my sore bum, and my lack of a good nights sleep, I had my eyes closed and was trying to put myself in la la land for the rest of the afternoon. Â While Matt enjoyed the wind and the waves I enjoyed my cushy spot in the cockpit until it was time to call it a night.