There are many fears and anxieties to be encountered as we grow older. One for sure is watching for the onset of dementia. There are moments when a name escapes me, or when, I can’t recall why I went down stairs. Is this proof that I have too much on my mind or has the use of anti-perspirant and aluminum pans finally caught up with me?
This trip has alleviated those worries – at least for now.
Every marina has codes for the washrooms, for the lounge, for the laundry room and for the gate. To-date there hasn’t been a combination of numbers that has managed to separate me from the shower. Use it once and it sticks in my mind until we move on to the next place and a new set of codes.
Marinas on the eastern seaboard seem to like using their phone numbers. This is easy to look up if forgotten, but try punching in a 7-digit code, in the dark when under pressure.
I am managing just fine so no need for the Depends just yet.
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Moon Dance IV 