Marina life, free crab, and lots of drinking
The week’s stay in PT consisted of the usual work-week activities, of course. We were also able to walk into town to spend our first work morning drinking our brew with a view looking out over the marina. All other mornings I could not get Kerri out of bed early enough to go to the coffee shop again. That girl seriously enjoys her time in bed in the mornings, so Moose and I would take a short walk around the Marina shoreline. He sniffed everything at ground level, while I sniffed all the sailboats for sale.
Each day a dozen or so boats would pull in or out of the marina, each having to pass Big Blue glaring and cursing at them. Or maybe I am getting it all wrong. Maybe he is a tired old man ready for semi-retirement. All his recent minor-breakdowns are a clear sign of the later I suppose. At the time I was struggling to find the solution to another issue he was having (now resolved). It sure seems never ending in recent months.
Around mid-week a gentlemen came to the van and asked if we had a lighter. His stopped working and he was trying to BBQ lunch. Of course, I’m prepared for every possibility in life so I loaned him my lighter and settled back into what ever I was working on when he arrived. A half hour later he returns with my lighter and two servings of steamed crab on a platter. I suppose that means I’m winning in the karma-game still. While I have no interest in eating crab, Kerri was happy to put my serving to good use. It sure made her happy, which makes me happy too.
Just about each evening we were out and about on the town with friends. It was a lot of socializing, a skill which has not been all that commonly used so far this year. Dinner and drinks for a birthday among the crowd on one night. Drinks and a movie on another. A brewer for more drinks on another before Kerri and I went to an underground bar for a round by ourselves. Seeing a theme here? These Airstream folks are drinkers I tell you. 
We did do one thing that was not-drink related; Kerri and I visited Soak on the Sound again for an hour in our own private bath. Not only did we need a good bath, but we could always use some relaxation with our hectic lives (yea that was sarcastic).
Finally, on Friday we had to move out of the Marina and back to the Fairgrounds for another night hanging out with everyone around the propane fire pit and – you guessed it – some drinks. Over the course of the week, many good times ensued. It was great to catch up with friends we hadn’t seen in months. I even learned how I would react when a dog ignites his tail in the fire pit… it was a good thing to know. I didn’t even spill my drink in the process.
