I've decided there's nothing I hate more than sand in my sheets. This Bahamian sand is remarkably like cement, clumping and dumped from one end of the boat to the other.
One cruising mom I talked to yesterday told me that when they returned to Kingston last summer, they had imported about a ton of sand. Whoopee. My job today is to try to fight the good fight and take the broom to the cabin. I've almost given up on the cockpit.
But then, I could be shoveling snow.
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snow snow, everywhere .IT is so n beautiful sparkling like diamonds.Schools and mtg. cancsled so making bluebery muffins.dad and Charles are cleaning out the road.
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