by Christine Kling
The wind has been blowing non-stop since Monday and nerves here in the Abacos are as much in need of chafing gear as our anchor snubbers are. Why is it that high winds are so irritating? For one thing, when there are white caps in the anchorage, nobody feels like going ashore and getting drenched during the dinghy ride, so we stay pinned down on our boats. And we develop cabin fever.
According to Wikipedia cabin fever is a “claustrophobic reaction that takes place when a person or group is isolated and/or shut in a small space, with nothing to do for an extended period. Cabin fever describes the extreme irritability and restlessness a person may feel in these situations.”
I know I have cabin fever when I rush to the VHF radio to switch channels and eaves drop on every conversation whether I know the people or not — even when it’s in a foreign language.
I know I have cabin fever when I make BarometerBob.org the home page on my computer.
I know I have cabin fever when I find myself not just playing tug-o-war with the Yorkshire Terror, but getting down on the cabin sole, taking the other end of Mr. Monkey in my teeth, and then whipping my head back and forth and growling so loud the dog lets go and retreats into his crate.
I know I have cabin fever when I entertain myself by writing my own one star reviews of my one star reviews on Amazon.
I know I have cabin fever when I am supposed to be writing but instead I am staring at the bag of dog treats in the net hammock on the other side of the main salon and wondering what Pup-Peroni tastes like.
I know I have cabin fever when I start giggling over the idea of using my iPad to make Skype crank calls.
I know I have cabin fever when I decide it would be a good idea to try to floss the dog’s teeth.
I know I have cabin fever when I take the last cold beer out of the fridge and then start eying the EPIRB.
And finally, I know I have cabin fever when I decide the hell with getting wet, and I grab the dog and jump in the dinghy to go visit Mike and Mary on Rough Draft.
In fresh air, good conversation, and friendship — at last I find the cure.
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