Gleanings from Sunday and Monday
Spent the weekend cleaning the boat, removing everything from lockers and sorting things back where they belong. We are a lot more organized today, which I find a relief.
We are looking for a different dinghy. The one we have just does not work for us. We are looking at two different options - a 5 person aluminum hull "tin boat" w/ a small motor that we can tow behind us for use as a tender around the local area, and a collapsible inflatable that can stow aboard for taking with us to Europe.
Eating up the fresh food that will not keep so well in an ice box. The chicken became a cacciatore sort of a thing last night with onions and Italian stewed tomatoes, and the sausage is sitting in a jumbalaya awaiting our return to the boat for tonight. We had some of the blueberries for desssert last night. Sadly, the strawberries mostly went furry before we could get to them. I need to look at the cheeses to see what I can come up before they go bad. An icebox is just not as efficient as a refrigerator, and everything gets pretty wet, even with our efforts to keep things up out of the damp.
Weather report
Rain in the wee hours of the morning, brief sunshine off and on during the day, more rain this afternoon and gray on towards evening. Tomorrow promises to be more of the same, fog and drizzle. Wednesday should be better, but all week is forcast to be partly cloudy with chance of showers. Winds look good at south winds 10-15 mph.
Plant notes
It has settled into summer here with the passing of the solstice. Rockland holds a Summer Solstice celebration on the Saturday before as a kick-off to the season. We missed the whole thing being out to sea at the time.
The rowan tree has finished its bloom, with the white flowers passing and clumps of green berries forming in their place. The shrub roses bloom on, and the lupines are still hanging in there, although fading.
posted by Fiddler @ 11:10 PM
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5 July '06
49", 52' N
124", 33' W
Good to catch up with you again. Had a fine time in New Mexico and the Colorado mountains,and an absolutely wonderful visit with Star in Denver. I took her and Margaret out to the Thai Bistro for lunch. Lek fixed us a special feast-for-three, we listened to Star's adventures in Bermuda, and she to ours at the Lake.
So glad to hear the Fiddler did everything asked of her, and you continue to have confidence in her abilities and experience for the long voyage. Sounds, though,like a little more advanced search (perhaps John can help?) for a third crew member would be wise. I'd offer my hands; however, even after bringing my sailing skills back up to par, my creaking joints would be too much of a liability.
My sea-going adventures will be of a different sort soon...This weekend I will be participating in a regatta, racing a dragon boat. Our town's breast cancer survivors have a team but not enough souls for a full complement,thus have trained a group of folks (self included) so they can race in the festivals in the mixed divisions, and be in top form for the "survivors challenge" races. Other small towns combine to fill the boats for these races.
Summer moves apace here: the hot, dry weeks have arrived, and all my vegetables are loving it. Time really does fly like a bird, though: today I begin putting in my kale, purple sprouting broccoli,cabbages, and brussel sprouts for the winter's greens. The cats have melted like ice cream on the floors. Oh... speaking of which, I visited with Squid while at Star's. Poor thing... when Margaret and I arrived, he responded to my laughter and came running to the door, meowing. As soon as he got close he stopped hard in his tracks, and sat down. I realized he thought it was you. I fussed over him; he flopped over on his side, complaining though he let me scratch him all over. I apologised for accidently tricking him. When I mentioned your name while doing so, he looked up, grabbed my arm with his claws and bit me. Not to break the skin, just to let me know he was sooooooo embarrassed to have lost his composure like that, especially in front of an almost-total stranger. Then he flopped back down with a meowfff. For the whole visit, he lay on the livingroom floor in the middle of the three of us, alternately getting up to get pets, then returning to the middle space on the floor, compaining loudly and flopping over on his side again. It was difficult for us to stay sympathetic and keep straight faces. Cats are such drama junkies!
Until next time, fair winds and safe harbours.
J-
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