Where we goin', Dad?

Donnie was busy much of the day, tending to Paps-  prescriptions, appointments, and all.  He missed his workout, didn't get home until lunch, and left again at three to take him to the doctor.  That left him with an hour at the pool, a hot tub before closing time, and dinner from the First Mate's galley. Still, at that, he managed to get two items crossed off the list- and they were biggies!

Willis was supervising Dad as they drug everything from out and around the
chart table.  Lots got thrown away, tools and screws and such got sorted and
put in their proper 'place', electronics stuff got sorted, engine parts got sorted
and about 100 business cards and receipts were also sorted.  Somehow, all
of that crap landed in the chart table- made for CHARTS!  All of that
sorting and fussing by Momma K made Willis so very, very tired.

The good news is the chart table now easily closes, a bag of trash got
hauled off Marquesa, everything found a proper home, and Willis
found a new, clean laying spot.  All is well.

Mom took care of some business herself.  She did a bunch of tax stuff (which always puts her in a good mood).  She got to spend part of the afternoon at the pool with her friends playing cards (which improved her mood).  And she crossed some items of her own ofd the big To Do list (anytime she gets to cross stuff off of her To Do lists puts her in the best mood).  Wait. Add gelato- or ice cream too.  That puts her in the best mood, too, but she didn't get any of that today.

She got the bill of sale and invoice on the new dinghy they bought last year, now Dad needs to go to the police, then the BMV to get it properly registered.  She ordered the Dept. of Homeland Security sticker for the Bahamas for Customs and Immigration, in case we were to get boarded on our cruise.
She found out that she just has to pedal, pedal, pedal her clown bike back to West Marine to get our hand held flares for the chart table.  It costs to much to order them online because its hazardous freight.  She also ordered a nautical flag for the Turks and Caicos.

Wait a cotton pickin' minute.  Did she say Turks and Caicos?  We're sailing to an island that has turkeys I can chase?!  For real?!  Wait. Are these Turks bigger than me?  What's a Caicos?  Any relation to geckos? I like chasing geckos!

Where we goin' Dad?!  Show me on the map.  Aren't we in the Florida
Keys right now?  Wait a second....how far away are we talkin' about?!

Can I tell you something, Dad?  I tend to get a little sea
sick...you better check your measuring sticks again.
I'm starting to get a little worried...

So we are HERE (where my right paw is) and we are
sailing all the way to where?! Turks and Caicos?
What do you mean that's about 700 nautical miles away???

I don't want to measure it myself, Dad.  I'm getting a
little woozy just thinking about it.

Sometime later in the evening, while Dad was fixin' Mom's fan on her side
of the bed (another item off the list), that dern cat made off with the loose
change and slipped off the boat.  Headed to parts unknown.  I doubt he gets
too far away; he only had 37 cents.  That might get him a lap dance
at the Kit Kat Go Go Lounge.  Rumor has it those pussy(cat)s are cheap,
the drinks are watered down, and the treats come free.
G'nite, y'all!