This was too good to keep only among the family -- Judy Canahuati

To: Judy
>From: [log in to unmask]
>Date: 29 Mar 97 01:06:18 -0500
>Subject: Castaway Engineer  -(;-)}
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>> Subject: castaway engineer
>
>> WARNING: Very long incoming...
>> THE CASTAWAY ENGINEER
>>
>> A rather inhibited engineer finally splurged on a luxury cruise to the
Caribbean.  It was the "craziest" thing he had ever done in his life.
>> Just as he was beginning to enjoy himself, a hurricane roared upon the
huge ship, capsizing it like a child's toy.  Somehow the engineer,
desperately hanging on to a life preserver, managed to wash ashore on a
secluded island.
>>
>> Outside of beautiful scenery, a spring-fed pool, bananas and coconuts,
there was little else.  He lost all hope and for hours on end, sat under
same palm tree.  One day, after several months had passed, a gorgeous woman
in a small rowboat appeared.
>>
>> "I'm from the other side of the island," she said. "Were you on the
cruise ship, too?"
>>
>> "Yes, I was, " he answered. "But where did you get that rowboat?"
>>
>> "Well, I whittled the oars from gum tree branches, wove the reinforced
gunnel from palm branches, and made the keel and stern from a Eucalyptus
tree."
>>
>> "But, what did you use for tools?" asked the man.
>>
>> "There was a very unusual strata of alluvial rock exposed on the south
side of the island. I discovered that if I fired it to a certain
temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgeable ductile iron.  Anyhow,
that's how I got the tools.  But, enough of that," she said.  "Where have
you been living all this time?  I don't see any shelter."
>>
>> "To be honest, I've just been sleeping on the beach," he said.
>>
>> "Would you like to come to my place?" the woman asked.  The engineer
nodded dumbly.
>>
>> She expertly rowed them around to her side of the island, and tied up
the boat with a handsome strand of hand-woven hemp topped with a neat back
splice.  They walked up a winding stone walk she had laid and around a Palm
tree.  There stood an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white.
>>
>> "It's not much, but I call it home." Inside, she said, "Sit down please;
would you like to have a drink?"
>>
>> "No, thanks," said  the man. "One more coconut juice and I'll throw up!"
>>
>> "It won't be coconut juice," the woman replied.  "I have a crude still
out back, so we can have authentic Pina Coladas."
>>
>> Trying to hide his amazement, the man accepted the drink, and they sat
down on her couch to talk.  After they had exchanged stories, the woman
asked, "Tell me, have you always had a beard?"
>>
>> "No," the man replied, "I was clean shaven all of my life until I ended
up on this island."
>>
>> "Well if you'd like to shave, there's a razor upstairs in the bathroom
cabinet."
>>
>> The man, no longer questioning anything, went upstairs to the bathroom
and shaved with an intricate bone-and-shell device honed razor sharp.
>> Next he showered -- not even attempting to fathom a guess as to how she
managed to get warm water into the bathroom -- and went back downstairs.

>> He couldn't help but admire the masterfully carved banister as he walked.
>>
>> "You look great," said the woman.  "I think I'll go up and slip into
something more comfortable."
>>
>> As she did, the man continued to sip his Pina Colada.  After a short
time, the woman, smelling faintly of gardenias, returned wearing a
revealing gown fashioned out of pounded palm fronds.
>>
>> "Tell me," she asked, "we've both been out here for a very long time
with no companionship.  You know what I mean.  Haven't you been lonely,
too...isn't there something that you really, really miss?  Something that
all men and woman need?  Something that would be really nice to have right
now!"
>>
>> "Yes there is!" the man replied, shucking off his shyness. "There is
something I've wanted to do for so long. But on this island all alone, it
was just...well, it was impossible."
>>
>> "Well, it's not impossible, any more," the woman said.
>>
>> The man, practically panting in excitement, said breathlessly: "You
mean... you actually figured out some way we can CHECK OUR EMAIL HERE!!??!!"
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>With thanks to Pat Ryan who got it form [log in to unmask] who got it........
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>Ted
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>    -(;-)}


World Breastfeeding Week  1997 - "Nature's Way"
Judy Canahuati
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