I didn't blog yesterday morning. I had a yoga class. It was at the waterfront park by the docks. It was like a meet up group, and yesterday just happened to be steps away from the boat. It was a great class, a vinyassa flow. I just haven't had a yoga class in almost 3 weeks, so a flow class was a bit challenging for me. Everyone around me were instructors and very advanced yogis, it seemed as if I was the only one struggling. I'm sure that's not true. We did three different flow sequences with the "Bird of Paradise" bind and stand up. Geez. It was hard to focus with people walking around staring at us, and it was especially difficult to adjust to the earth not moving. Usually I practice on the boat, and even in a marina there is a slight rocking that I've been accustomed to.
So much has happened since I last blogged. I shouldn't have jinxed us with the thought of no more collisions. Saturday afternoon I was changing the sheets on our bed. Evan was napping and Zachary was helping me. Ryan had walked over to the Naval Academy to check out the museum there. I was in my happy space, having spent the morning shopping at all my favorite places in Annapolis. My closet has been restocked. Lew and Teresa were on their way here and we were all excited about that. So, I'm busy making the bed and I hear a huge BAM on the port side bow. I race up on the deck to see what happened and some idiot in an old Bennetau was trying to dock in the slip next to us. He had already crashed into us once, taking a nice chunk out of the teak on the rubrail, and was about to hit again. I fended him off. He wasn't drunk (the drunks were what we were warned about) but he was
slow, in every since of the word. I helped prevent crashes into our boat 3 more times (thank God this was before yoga or I might have been too worn out!) and watched him crash his bow into the dock. There was a dock hand trying to help him, but it was ridiculous how little both of them knew. The telltale sign was he didn't set an aft spring line, to keep him from running into the dock repeatedly. He never even apologized for ramming us. In the last couple of days I've seen more small crashes in this harbour. It's like NASCAR with boats. Our boat will be okay, but we did file an incident report.
In light of the drama Saturday, Saturday night (with Lew & Teresa) became a drinking night. We partied. I ate and drank too much (maybe
that's why I struggled so in yoga?) but it sure was a fun time. We usually only get to see them once or twice a year, so it's so nice to see them a little more often. Even the kids had a great time. The boat on our starboard side (not the one who hit us) had a man and his two sons on it. One was a year older and one was a year younger than Zachary. They became fast friends. The Dad and kids came over to visit. The adults had a drink while the kids played down below. It was sweet watching them all play together. I'm kicking myself for not getting pictures, but I was in a really happy place then.
Yesterday we surprised Ryan with Father's Day presents and cards. We never mentioned it to him so he thought we forgot, precisely our plan. After my yoga class, it was a busy day cleaning the boat, doing laundry, and generally getting ready to go. Annapolis is a non stop party. The waterfront park by the docks had a festival last night with bands, vendors, and dog frisbee demonstrations. It was like having the band in our cockpit, it was so loud (but fun). Fortunately they finished right after I put the kids to bed (although Ryan picked that precise time to rinse the boat, sending strange noises emanating down below and giving the kids more questions with which to stall the inevitable).

This morning we had our requisite breakfast at Chick and Ruth's Delly (that's how they spell it). It's such a great place, locally owned by the same family for generations. We eat there every time we come to Annapolis, which has been for the boat show every October for the last eleven years. This picture was taken Saturday, today is a rainy and overcast day. It's time to go to. Our next stop is Baltimore. It's been fun, but we're out of here.