A certain sameness about Boot Key Harbor has begun to set in and each new day seems to resemble all the previous days that have come and gone. The novelty of Boot Key Harbor has already worn off.
Every day is basically the same daily routine. I pretty much wake up every morning at the first sign of daybreak. On some occasions I have to remind myself that I don't have to be anywhere and compel myself to role over and sleep another hour or so...especially if I might have over-indulged the previous evening.
When I do finally get to stirring around I'll poke my head out of the companionway to make sure that the boat is still afloat and I'll then set about to brewing an espresso cup of coffee.
I'd prefer to brew a regular pot of coffee but my coffee maker that I have stowed away somewhere on the boat requires AC current and there is no AC current to be found anywhere on the boat.
So I brew the same strong espresso coffee every morning in my small "Bialetti, Moka Express, Made in Italy" hoity-toity espresso maker that I previously discovered tucked away in a crevice somewhere onboard the boat. I can assure you that just the aroma of that coffee is strong enough to awaken any patient out of a deep coma.
While sipping on that coffee, I might turn on the radio and tune into a local station. The dial is most often set to a Country Western station of all things.
Imagine that... I most recently lived in Texas for some ten years and couldn't ever find myself wanting to listen to Country music while living all that time over there. Yet somehow Jimmy Buffet sounds just a bit too corny for my liking in the mornings.
The country music tunes all tell a story of some sort and have a comforting feel about them. I suppose that they remind me of what was once home.
After lingering about inside the cabin and sipping my coffee I'll gather up my laptop as well as my toiletries and row ashore to the marina facilities for a most welcoming shower.
I've got my car with me now so I use it to stow my dirty laundry among other things. My car now doubles as a convenient locker so that I don't have to worry about remembering to row stuff ashore all the time.
Stored in the trunk of my car can be found laundry detergent, jeans, shoes, brown socks, collared shirts, a bath towel and clean underwear among other items.
After showering I'll then head on over to the marina lounge and find an empty table. I'll log on to my laptop and check on in with what might be going on in the rest of the world.
I'll check for emails, then checkout the same old headlines on the CNN website, then later check out the Dallas Morning News web site and check in on the Texas Rangers to see how they fared the previous evening. Lastly I'll stop by Chessbase.com and check out a few games and results of the latest international tournament.
Eventually it will dawn on me that I haven't had a thing to eat so I'll later row my dinghy on back to the boat to fix myself something to eat and then afterwards try to think of something clever to blog about and later take a leisurely nap in the heat of the afternoon.
My evenings for better or worse usually find me at the Hurricane Bar & Grill. The place has comparatively inexpensive beer, flat-screen TVs, air-conditioning and oh yeah... some serious eye-candy behind the bar pulling down on beer taps while pouring pitchers of beer.
You can very well say that I am bored. I'm missing having a purpose to get up in the mornings... I'm missing not being gainfully employed and often find myself recalling someone once declare that "Work Makes a Man".
Perhaps I should check in on one of those intensive three week courses on how to learn to drive a rig. I could possibly even find myself driving a rig throughout the hinterlands of Montana and Wyoming one day while listening to country music on the radio.
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