I’m the most not-superstitious person ever to live on the planet. I don’t believe in Black Cats being bad luck, and in fact think Black Cats are pretty cool cats.
I’ve walked under ladders. I’ve broken mirrors, and even cut them (doing glass cutting). I’ve spilled salt and the only time I ever had bad luck was when I took the salt shaker and tossed some over my left shoulder like you’re supposed to do, and the lid of the salt shaker came off pouring an entire shaker full of salt down this biker guy’s neck behind me. He laughed about it, when I explained, just before he was about to kill me dead…. But… bad luck? No, it’s BS.
Or is it?
JoAnne and I have been having a run of bad luck. We’ve had engine troubles, gotten beat up in the Bay, lost our engine, had sail and rigging issues, toilet problems, stove problems, heat problems, cold problems, electrical problems.
A logical, non-superstitious person would say its par for the course. Until Tuesday night, 4 days ago.
On Tuesday evening, the boat’s mast went back up. We had met Pierre and his wife Anne-Marie from France and because the mast was going up, they invited us over to had a drink and celebrate the boat being put back together. That evening, we walked over with some cake to meet them and go aboard their boat, MiHiwad (An acronym for “My Home is where anchor drops”) .
Unfortunately, it was not going to be a great evening for JoAnne. When we got to the dock, it was the old, rickety dock that is being replaced. The tide was out. The difference between the dock and the boat deck was between 18 inches and 24 inches. No problem for me, but JoAnne wasn’t happy with it.
My job as Captain is to help people. To improvise. To adjust. To give a way to accomplish a job, mission or objective. To make things work when they can’t work. To give people encouragement.
I gave JoAnne encouragement, I said said, “You’ve got this…” and stepped aboard to show her how easy it was. I took her hand, handed off the cake and watched as she stepped forward, lost her footing and fell. Both Pierre and I tried to catch her and failed. I kept her from falling harder, but I didn’t stop her from falling so hard she pulled muscles in her back.
She stepped with one foot and her other foot (the one on the dock) slipped causing her to fall forward. I feel terrible.
At this point, there is little we can do now. She’s not really capable of doing anything on the boat, not even standing around and cooking, let along pulling lines, or driving for any length of time. She can’t stand for very long and she can’t really lift anything.
Xrays say no broken bones. According to the ER doc. However, this morning they called her and told her that a technician (or perhaps a radiologist) said there is a good possibility of a hairline fracture and they now want an MRI. Might happen Monday, or maybe not.
Either way, I refuse to put her at risk. As of this minute she’s no longer travelling with the boat without other crew members to assist me. I can send her back to Colorado to rest and recuperate there rather than subject her to chilly nights, windy days, bouncy waves and shaky cockpits. We’re going to wait until Monday to see if they call us to do the MRI. If not, I think she’s going back to Colorado.
I’m going to remain with the boat and move it south alone, or find a crew member to assist me. At this point our destination has changed to Marathon Key or Tampa Bay. If neither of those, then at least Green Cove Springs. (I have a friend near that that is recommending the Green Cove Springs Marina, and I’ll determine the location based on phone calls later).
So… good luck, bad luck or no luck at all. I’m not sure, but JoAnne’s life and health are the number one priority for me. I know she wants to be someplace south and in the warm, but it’s probably not going to happen for another few weeks, if not months.
I’m open to suggestions for locations, ideas on how best to move the boat, and/or medical information. MRI will come soon enough.