These are tricky water tight doors that they have put up around all the doors and low lying windows. Hopefully, these are overkill, but you can never be too cautious...right?
Well, we decided to stay in the water. We moved the boat, and have now lashed down the main, taken down the genoa and bimini top, and secured as much as we can. The storm has appeared to slow down and break apart a little bit, and hopefully this was all for nothing. I like to remain optimistic.
Today, when Dahlia and I were walking around taking some pictures, she stopped to collect some rocks. Collecting rocks is a normal practice for her, except for today she found a small orange rock. She kept repeating "orange rock", "orange rock" and my normal responses of "wow" and "so pretty" must not have been enough for her, because she eventually said "orange rock nose".
As I turned to look at her, she had the biggest smile on her face and was pointing to her nose. Sure enough, that small orange rock was up her nose. Of course, the rock was nice and smooth so there was nothing to grip as I tried to get it out, and the funny thing was that Dahlia was giggling the whole time, obviously proud of herself. After much coaxing, the rock came out, with only a few tears, only after I told her "no more rocks in your nose"!
The whole time I kept thinking that I was never going to live this down, my mother still tells the story of when I was little and she had to take me to the hospital to get a pussy willow (of all things) extracted from my nose. Thankfully, this didn't require a visit to the ER.
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