Maturity

We are back on Bonaire. We were suppose to leave moody New England spring weather a week earlier, but missed the plane departure by a day. There is a reasonable explanation for that. Living on the boat many months, we became careless of the hour of the day, day of the week. Our days start at dawn and end at nightfall. Light is more valuable then time. We only look at the calender, when we fill out the entry form of the island, we just anchored at. We know it is Sunday, when the island shops are closed. So, a week late, we are here again for a few days, until we prepare the boat to sail East. Connected to the Internet, we send notices of our arival to the kids. We scan our mail. Lately we are getting old folks jokes in our E-mail. Why??? First, we ignored them, then, Polde decided to read one, but couldn't. "Nada, have you seen my glasses anywhere?" "Yes", I replyed, "but I can't remember, wherë."