Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Rock a'bye Baby

It began shortly after midnight. Our gently rocking bed began to rock and roll. It was as if a perverse older brother started violently rocking little sister’s toy cradle to see how much it would take to toss Dolly out of her comfy nest among the blankets.

This Dolly, for one, was not impressed.

The winds at 18 knots were blowing from the Southwest. As the tide ebbed in the opposite direction, the waves began to build. Wavelettes, once lapping our hull, grew in size and began slapping and then punching us mid-ships, giving Captain and Crew a rude awakening.

Being a Doll with a reversible stomach (one pays extra for this model) I immediately took solace in the drug of choice: Gravol 50 mg. p.o.

-How quickly does it take effect, my friend Lesley once asked?

-Never. Quickly. Enough.

-Isn’t that the truth, was her voice of experience.

All was battened down securely, the precious Grandchildren photos tucked safely between cushions to avoid them smashing to the floor, shattering the glass and frames. There was nothing left to do but to wait it out for the next few hours. Even bolstered with pillows, I was rolling side to side on the bed.

YAWS! Sidewise motion always gets the weak stomach.

-Let’s switch. Let‘s lay sidewise on the bed and get forward motion.

PITCH instead of YAWS.

-This is sooooooo much better, exclaimed the Captain.

And with that, he fell soundly asleep. If this were a cross-word puzzle, the answer to that clue would be:

Snoring.

Ah, the joys of the conjugal bed.

Eventually, the drugs and change of position took effect, giving the desired result of sleep. We woke to a glorious morning in Big Majors Spot, gentle wavelettes, clear and sunny skies over the anchorage. With a forecast of heavy weather coming, squalls and gusts to 50 knots, Steadfast pulled up anchor and made way to safe harbor in Compass Cay.

How about you? Do you have a strong stomach and a stalwart inner ear that keeps you on an even keel? Or are you more like me, green around the gills, rushing madly for the rail when things get a little topsy turvey?

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