Since Thanksgiving, 2012, I’ve been sailing a boat around, mostly in the east Caribbean. I’m getting ready to leave St. Lucia for Montserrat to pick up a friend and take him to Dominica, then get back here. Since just before Christmas, I’ve been looking after a farm on St. Lucia, with goats, sheep, chickens, a burro named Betsy who won’t stay out of the sugar cane, a border collie named Sam, and now a mare named “Shy,” short for Cheyenne.
There are three cats, they control the mouse population. I’d been here a week before I discovered them. The owner of the place neglected to introduce us. They live in the barn and only come to me for a squirt when I’m milking the goats. One big yellow, Teeger, and two black and whites, Sieti (Cee-A-Tee) and Oscar. But they want nothing to do with a human who has befriended a dog, I suppose. The property also produces sugar cane, pecans, mango, papaya, loquat, and mandarin. Lots of nut and fruit trees.
I tend the animals in the morning and at night, ride the property daily with Sam and Shy, tend the cheese cellar, cook, sometimes take a nap in the afternoon, and wait for the next sail charter. I get the odd guest up here but mostly I see people about once a week when I go into town. That is quite enough for me. In town I sell the fruits, nuts, and eggs, mostly to ‘Kita, the woman with Apache eyes. She has the world’s best vegetables. I look in on the boat and keep her ready. I’ll put on the tanks and do her bottom next week, get some conch while I’m at it. Maybe sell the shells to ‘Kita. The animals know it’s feeding time when I blow the conch.
Soon it will be time to sheer the five adult sheep. I’m thinking about mushroom cultivation. I put in a new spice garden this week and bought a nine-foot muskatnut tree. Today it will go in the center of the garden and provide much needed shade for the tender spices. There will be the smell of nutmeg here, mingling with the Jamaican pepper right outside the kitchen window. And the sweet mandarins. Christmas year-round. I hope I’m still here when it all comes to fruition.
I like going to dinner with friends. I like to sail at night. I like voyaging with two or three reliable people. I like taking aboard someone who is really interested in learning to sail. Especially if they enjoy the deck and linework. I like good cooks. There are women, the one I favor the most is farthest away. I read a lot, watch old movies I pull from the net, PM friends on Fluther, do Quora, contribute to Wikipedia, the Internet Archive, and IMDB. I don’t do Facebook or anything like that. As much as possible, I keep a small footprint. My iphone is corroding away somewhere in a drawer on the boat. I write. I started a sketchbook the other day. I have a violin I’ve never played that came with my boat. I like this right-side-of-the-brain life after spending the last 25 years as a nurse, the last five in medical research and disaster work.
I rarely drink and stopped smoking dope when I became a nurse due to the possibility of a random urinalysis. Besides, the herb they grow today is way too powerful for my tastes. Everything else is schoolboy shit. So it’s pretty much just me and unadulterated reality. I like it like that.