Monthly Archives: December 2015

More Merry Christmas

Merry, Merry Christmas to everyone! It’s pouring rain here, but the Dooks are all snuggled warm in their berths. John Darling has cleverly put a tarp above the leaking aft cabin hatch, which means we’ve gone from drowning to dry in one shot. Yea!

The Tree is sparkling, the TV is drivelling – John is presently watching a fascinating program on the scientific evidence (the program claims there is some) proving that the Isle of Man was a UFO destination and rendezvous-point. Agnostics are so funny. They deny God, but are credulous on every crackpot theory that comes down the pike on Fox TV. John Darling has, however, redeeming features, so I shall let it slide.

John got a haircut today, and we bought a turkey. We have to plan our turkey purchases so that they’ll thaw on the deck, given clement temperatures and not enough space in our refrigerator. This year we’ve gambled on two days. Some years I’ve panicked and cooked the turkey on Christmas Eve Morning, and we’ve eaten turkey dinner before lunch.

Rupert may visit us after Christmas – we’re looking forward to it!

My next book is at the Printer. I hope it’ll be out in mid-January. The title is “Darling, Call the Coast Guard, that Boat is Listing!” I popped in to a couple of bookstores this morning, and found that the owners are still talking to me. They’ve sold a few books – whew!

love to you all, and many blessings

Catherine Dook

Merry Christmas!

The tree is up (all 2 1/2 feet of it), and all is merry. The boat is warm, may Heaven be praised (how I adore my kerosene heater!), and now we’re on the hunt for a turkey that will fit into our oven – a turkey that died of a wasting disease. But I am optimistic. With the help of my trusty bread knife and the use of my sink to thrash the turkey carcase around in, I will jam that sucker into my oven with very little yelling indeed. Though I may have to crack a few turkey ribs to do it.

My friend Glen (who used to be a health inspector! Me! knowing a health inspector. Me! knowing a health inspector who LIKES me!) who helped me set up my website (OK – he did all of it) is also helping me set up Paypal, which is a horrific ordeal that I am trying to avoid. Last week I had the lurge and couldn’t talk. This weekend I have no excuse. So expect Paypal on my site soon.

Book # 5 is at the printer. It is called, “Darling Call the Coast Guard, that Boat is Listing!” I thought ‘Listing’ read better than ‘Sinking’. There’s not much that’s funny about sinking. I’ve never done it, but I swear we’ve come close a couple of times, though John Darling denies everything.

Our propane stove is on its last legs. I get the occasional whiff of propane (probably not a good sign), and one of our three stovetop elements has melted down to a nub. This also is probably not a good sign. John also says another element is about to give, which will reduce us to warming up canned beans for food, which John will consider no hardship whatsoever because he’s English and loves beans.

That’s the news that’s fit to print.

Many blessings, Merry Christmas, and may 2016 be your best year yet!