Sails of Glory on Saturday Afternoon
1/12 Saturday, 75/59, partly cloudy, SE10 - Dobbs and I slept until after 7am, relishing the leisure of Saturday morning. Dobbs fed the pets while I made coffee and then walked Murphy while I prepared breakfast. At 10am, we walked to the tennis court and played tennis (Dobbs 6:4, for anyone who’s keeping score). There were parachutists circling down overhead and some interesting planes flying in teams. I suppose it’s to be expected that this area would have some very talented flight enthusiasts. Later, I read that the Warbird Museum was having a “Fly-In Breakfast”, which probably accounts for the increased activity in the sky.
We returned home in time for lunch at noon. Dobbs had arranged to meet Michael, one of the marina staff (on his day off) to play Sails of Glory at 1pm. While Dobbs set up the game and started teaching Michael how to play, I took a shower and put on some comfy weekend clothes; then I joined in. Later, Steve came along and entered the fray. Michael was a fast learner. Steve came in as an American, on my side, and Michael (under the British flag) not only held us both at bay, but punished our ships soundly. Accolades to Michael! After four hours of play, all ships were in about the same bedraggled state and we called a cease-fire.
Dobbs and I returned to Grace; I took Murph for a spin and then set out a snack. Dobbs filled the water tank and fed the pets and then I made dinner - broccoli and chicken alfredo, with garlic and lemon, over penne pasta. It’s now 8:20pm. Dobbs just finished the dishes and is off to the shower. Murphy and I have one last date with the grass patch and then it’s to bed for all of us.