Although I can’t remember all the details, like.. just why we were at the ferry dock so late that night. I mean did we miss the early bus, was it too stormy, or were we just on Mexican time? I do recall in great detail the night itself. I’m sure that we must have been on a fast trip over to Merida, in Yucatan, to buy hammocks or get a taste of the city after weeks of mind numbing island life. In those days, the island didn’t have reliable phone service, if it had any at all, and Cancun was still small. It was larger than a village certainly, but it hadn’t yet achieved it’s current Miami beach sprawl into the surrounding coastal jungle. I do know that the winds were up, the sea was choppy and the ‘people boats’ (no one in their right minds should have thought to call them people friendly) were definitely NOT running. So, the three of us heading further up the coast to Punta Sam to catch the evening car ferry over to Isla Mujeres, our vacation ‘home’. The boat was late, very very late. Rumors circulated amongst those waiting, that it hadn’t left the island, couldn’t leave the island to make the return trip. We’d be there all night. Fortunately, this dock had both a parking area, where we could and did entertain ourselves, and a building with retina scorching lighting (I love that term) and plastic seats inside out of the wind. Sand blew everywhere. If we could get to the island, we’d be set to ride out the storm. All our gear was over there, all our clothes, everything…. except… and here comes the wristers part of this story… ( did you think I’d forgotten the point to this long winded tale?) .. my good friend Sarchy had (God only knows why) three, THREE, I still can’t believe this…. PAIRS OF SOCKS!!!! We were freezing and he had THREE PAIRS OF SOCKS! And, we all had, in our pockets, our trusty Swiss army knives, scissors included. We travel right light. Cindy, you’ll love this part. OFF came the toes! On went the socks, up to our elbows and a bit beyond, AND WE HAD WRISTERS! That night, we called them sleeves, but why ruin a good story. The rest is history.
I don’t care a rat’s ass about driving in a little bit of snow, but when it says freezing rain, I usually stay put. Tuesday night is Knitting at Sue’s. I hate to miss it. And, I still can’t believe I stayed home. I IM’d back and forth with Cindy. Bea called to say she wanted to go but not to drive. I walked out onto the deck and checked it out, and it was only snowing… but the forecast loomed over me and I STAYED HOME! I have a bit of tendonitis in my right arm, so am taking it sort of easy knitting wise. After the snow, came sleet, then rain. We shoveled the drive and walks (the snow blower thought it was way too heavy and wet to manage so it crapped out) and now I am babying two sore forearms. Ah winter.