We woke relatively late for us and quickly got ourselves prepared to leave, brewing coffee, warming the engine, and pulling up the anchor. We headed out to the Chesapeake bay knowing it might be a little choppy with a storm brewing but weren’t too concerned. After only about 20 minutes though, we decided it would be best to turn around and head back into Little Chopneck River. It was quickly getting rough out there!
Once settled back on anchor I got back to work and John and Carrie rested as there wasn't much else to be done. By mid afternoon Carrie and I had our noses in our books and John gave up on napping and fishing and was restlessly fixing things on the boat. This included changing the dirty oil in our generator.
We all had our storm apps on our phones and around 4pm the watch was on. We could see her rolling in and she was all sorts of dangerous colors. It was still pretty muggy and hot so we started the generator to cool the boat down before we would have to close her up completely. This involved switching on the generator, turning on the power, opening the a/c window, and locking down all the other windows.
By 5 we could see the storm in the sky and the lightning flashing. Carrie and I decided a cold Mexican dish would be nice so we wouldn’t have to heat up the cabin. I chopped the onions and peppers, we added a can of diced tomato and jalapeno, and Carrie put the beans in the strainer. She hose them off and grabbed the ever present jug of water to the right of the sink for the final clean rinse. And then she screamed!
The jug of water had been replaced with a jug of black oil sludge. I have no idea why anyone in their right mind would put a water jug of black oil sludge in the kitchen! Can any one guess who on this vessel was not in their right mind? John, seeing the oil run out the drain and down the side of the boat starts yelling for dish soap to my left while Carrie is yelling at the beans to my right.
The chopped veggies went into a bag for a later date because the only other cans of beans were stored deep under the bed in Carrie’s room and it was way too hot to go diving for those. We decided John would be in charge of grilling beyond burgers in the rain that had now started. He fired up the grill and we are fortunate we are plant eaters as they were barely cooked before we had to come in as the wind and rain were causing crazy waves and the boat was rocking and rolling.
We dove into the boat and closed the doors. With the generator safe and dry and a/c off and we started eating our meal when John realized he didn't close the window behind the window a/c unit. The rain was coming down hard, the boat was rocking and the lightning was flashing when John decided he needed to go out and close the window.
Now I am generally not afraid of God but if he does, in fact, count our words against us, I definitely will be meeting his fire lovin’ nemesis one day. My head might have been spinning as I told him what would happen if he stepped one foot outside. My husband loves me but he also has a healthy fear of me, so he stayed inside. And now my sister also has a healthy fear of me so I will use that to my advantage in the future.
In the end, there was no murder on Little Choptank, but you can imagine what might have been.
When two vegans get into an argument, is it still called a beef? Billy 😉
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