Trips 126/127 - Sunday Dec 6th - Thursday Night Dec 17th

 

Just a brief update, a final note for 2009.

I will make a cover for Empty Pockets and sometimes I use a camera (and the resulting images) as a sort of Notebook, or Sketchpad.

Also, a brief evening visit to put all the wrap under wraps.

Finally, proof of 'Lives In Transition' ...

 

Zippers, grommets, Velcro. Many ways to actually wrap a vessel ...

 

I will reroute the line to keep this flap from flapping.

 

Being out of more line, I will return for this flapping flapper.

 

I took the anemometer and tucked it gently inside. No reason to let it spin all winter.

 

 

The smartest dog that has ever crossed my path, and the dumbest to test my temper.

He is plotting his escape ... I can tell.

 

The sweetest dog that I have ever come to know. Just, plain, sweet. Does not bark. Sleeps most of the time. Exceptionally gentle. Patient. Likes car rides. Sleeps in our clothes basket, now hers ... Insists each morning I make her bed before she rolls into it.

 

I used to own a Balboa 20. After three Sailing Lessons, I bought one. Yellow. Self tending jib. Internal fuel tank. We enjoyed it at that time. The harbor has three - all made a long time ago. The company is now gone.

 

The Catalina 30. A very popular boat among those with a budget.

 

I returned and got the flap on the transom tied down and made it stop flapping. Sure looks forlorn, doesn't it.

 

Hmmmm ... Five yellow bags containing 30 year old sails. Two boxes on the floor with a Gennaker and Jib. The third has been shipped. The new jib feels like cardboard compared to the older ones. Now to receive the Main and then order the furling gear.

 

We, are moving.

Instead of the sojourn we had planned up and down the east coast, Marcia canceled those flights and came home. We, have packed most of her things by this writing. I have gone thru the Income Taxes, computer junk, all my boxes from the upstairs, basement and garage. Next, the Darkroom ...

Eight full (big) garbage cans have been emptied into the garbage.

More to come ...

 

Later ...