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Since I was wearing my "night clothes" still, I went to the upstairs bathroom window and spied on them. Dennis was drinking a diet coke that Kathy had offered him and they were plotting revenge on the cunning cattle -- installing cattle guards at the gates or something. The funniest thing about the conversation was that Kathy had left a pair of shorts and a pair of panties (hers) drying in the breeze in the bathroom window. Some time during the morning, the white panties had blown out the window and they were sitting on the first storey roof, just above Dennis' head. As the trade wind continued to blow, the panties continued to fall lower and lower. I was fascinated with the whole drama, and continued to watch from above, wondering what Kathy would say when the panties dropped onto poor Dennis' head. At one point, Dennis noticed the shorts hanging off the roof and reached up to get them. Fortunately for Kathy, and unfortunately for my entertainment, the panties fell into the gutter and got stuck there.
The phones and Internet were still down after having briefly come back up on Saturday morning.
Since it was a little disconcerting having no communication with the outside world, we decided to go back to Leverick Bay and use the Internet cafe to let people know we were still alive and well (always a good thing, what with Kathy sampling the local fruit and me falling down all the time). After checking our email and sending a note to the folks, we went back to the outdoor grill and ate pizza while watching a group of teenagers jump from a tower on the end of the boat dock. The breeze was wonderful and the resort was hopping, so we lazed around for several hours before returning to the Pink House with our leftover pizza.
Back at the house, we read and worked on a puzzle for a while. It had been two weeks since we had watched any TV at all, so we decided to pop in a VCR tape and pretend it was real TV. We watched "How to Make an American Quilt" with Wynona Ryder. A total chick flick, but I watched it while reading a book of totally masculine sea tales of the Caribbean, so it all evened out somehow.
By this time, we were beginning to fall into the island frame of mind (it generally takes a couple of weeks) and so by the time the movie ended, we felt like it was a couple hours past our bed times. We went to bed around 10:30 and felt like it was three in the morning. Yawn.