Summer's Arrival

Wow, we awoke this morning only to be greeted by a straight up, solar bitch slap to the face. WHAMMO! 

At 8 am the interior temperature on Dream Catcher was already 85. Shitty death!!


Isn't it like still April. Weak. 

To defend ourselves from solar radiation contamination, we quickly deployed the bat wings to provide maximum shade below decks. With one umbrella still awaiting repairs, we are limited to the bat wings aft and just one Megabrella deflector on the fore-deck.

“Captain! We’re losing forward port side shields!”

“Dammit Scotty! I need more power!”

“<Scottish accent>Captain, I’m givin er all I got!”

“<different Scottish accent>I love you, always have.” 

Oh, wait, wrong movie.Blame it on solar radiation warping my fragile grasp on reality. Of course, according to that ass-clown Ted Cruz and his new buddy Marco Rubio, there is no global warming and so there is no need to panic.

The weasels filed a formal protest by 9 am, so we powered up the WickyCool unit and the four legged crew members quickly moved in to the air conditioned comfort. Disasrted.ter ave

The rest of the day was pretty quiet. I worked through a couple of small boat projects while sweating my ass off andAmy was on a two hour conference call with some lobbying group in Colorado, about what I’m not sure. It doesn't matter really as it keeps me in the lifestyle I have become accustomed to.

Amy finished work around 4 pm and we went for a group swim off the trampoline with three dolphins who have been coming around for the last couple of weeks. They seem friendly and have yet to steal any of my beer, so live and let live I guess.

We waited until after dark to make dinner. It was grilled ham and bacon cheesies cooked outside on the cockpit cook top to avoid heating up the living quarters any more than necessary. The wind is supposed to return tomorrow and so hopefully it will be much cooler on the boat.

After dinner, Amy took a shower and went to bed under both turbo fans running at maximum rotation. The weasels and I watched The Penguins of Madagascar thinking it would keep us cool, but it didn’t work, it only made us hungry.

Penguin, the other white meat.

Of course given Bodhi’s an mine physical ailments we’d probably get our ass stomped by one of those birds and really, who’s ego could stand that? More to follow, end of line …

P.S. – Today’s  picture is of a really healthy reef on the backside of Great Exuma.

Comments (5) -

Solar Bitch Slap ? Would that be the dreaded SBS? It could be a new terror even worse than ISIL. Too funny.

Hw sn r u cmng hm?

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cruise the eastern corridor.
visit mom & dad.  
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miloWeasel 06.05.2015 13:08:01

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Regards,
miloWeasel

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