The Anecdotal Life Part. 57

The other morning in an unlikely break from boating chores I reamed through my closet clearing out old or unused articles of clothing for the second hand store. ( to make room for some new ones of course) I tried on my favorite camel colored skirt , a Ralph Lauren, that I got for 75% off in a wild sale at Macy's. I zipped it up and it slid to my hips. I grabbed it before it hit the floor. What!? I checked to see if , indeed, it were the same old skirt. I stared in the mirror. I hadn't weighed in at any less lately, even though I was attempting the fitness center and the labors of the boat. I wrote my niece and basically said "WHAT!?" to her. She is busy being a mommy and a microbiologist at UC Davis in California, but used to be a physical therapist. She said " way to go , you have exchanged fat for muscle and lost inches, but because muscle is dense.. you didn't necessarily lose pounds." Well, that may be all very well in physical therapy terms to learn that I had literally worked my behind off, but I still weigh 142.5 pounds and that matters to me. Now, I am built more on the lines of a fireplug. Like solid, is the way I read that.

Oh well, my not so little baby boat is launched and awaiting a new automatic float thingy that gives some sort of tip off to my boat that there is too much water on board and the bilge pump kicks off. Also, I need finally to fix the horn; obviously, so I can at last blow my own horn. Ha!
Yesterday, I got up at the crack of dawn, thanks to Winston, my cat, and beat it over to the Annapolis Power Squadron yard sale. I made out like the proverbial bandit. I got tools for navigation in a mahogany box that must have cost someone a dear penny,(but not me), an extremely pricey adaptor for an embarassingly small amount, a bar keeper( brand new) for someone's Christmas present, superior tie downs( brand new) and an electronic compass etc, etc. etc. They were quite tickled with me and said " that will be $101.00." I said, "How about $75.00?" They were no longer tickled with me. The gentleman said " I cannot accept such an offer for the sake of the squadron" and then said," $90.00." I said, " I'll take it." and beat a delighted and hasty retreat for home and then off for dinner with Holly and Howie ON MY BOAT. Ha!