We’re still enjoying our respite from cruising life while we stand guard at the Mega-mansion, but between you and me, I’m starting to get a bit anxious. This is the now officially the longest we’ve been off the boat since 2007 and like that chick in the red slippers said, “there’s no place like home”. (Editor Amy: but if home isn’t available, the Mega-mansion is a close second.)
Work progresses ever so slowly and honestly if there is a light at then end of the tunnel, I think it might have burned out. Actually, most of this past week was spent doing some sewing jobs for other boaters, which does nothing in helping me cross of items on my list, but it does have the advantage or refilling the beer coffers. What are you going to do?
In gardening news, my summer crops are starting to grow with all the afore-mentioned species showing promise, but with mint over achieving and growing to a height of 2.4 inches in only 18 days. Go mint! I feel homemade mojitos just around the corner. Booo-ya!
Fabrication efforts on beach chair number two have come a screeching halt as our lumber store (Darville) is out of lumber and I am stuck waiting on their next bi-monthly shipment to come in.
I had to take an entire day out to repair the shaft on one of my new, 8 foot VHF antennas. Thanks to the shipping gurus (read: ass hats) at Reggie Air my two piece package arrived in three. Fortunately, the internal cable, insulation and tip were undamaged and so after a days worth of fiberglass, sanding and painting, I am confident the antenna will work as well as ever.
As an interesting aside, a well known cruising guide author is here in the harbour and he overheard me talking with some buddies over at the Sunday Chat and Chill event about my antenna woes and my plans to repair it when suddenly and uninvited he injected himself into the conversation. He will be playing the part labeled <D-Bag> in the re-creation below.
<Time-warping back to last Sunday>
<D-Bag> “You know your risking your life and your crew trying to repair any piece of safety equipment. That’s totally irresponsible on your part and if it was up to me I’d make that sort of behavior against the law. You should just fork out the forty bucks and buy a new one.”
<Bozo> “Wow. Ok thanks. Let’s see, considering the antenna in question is my fourth string antenna for my fourth string VHF and since I am an excellent fiberglass repairman an even better electrician with my own VSWR meter and the knowledge to use it and also considering that your $40 dollar antenna was actually $99 back in the US and $155 by the time it got here and oh yeah since shipping it in is what actually broke it, I’m gonna go ahead and roll the dice and take my chances you pretentious d-bag. And one more thing, if it were up to me, I’d outlaw Twinkies. Now is there anything else I can do for you today?”
<Inaudible mumbles followed by his large lunar eclipse sized shadow slowly retreating across the beach>
<Buddy #1> “Dude….”
<Buddy #2> “Yeah, dude….”
<Bozo> “ What I’d say? “
<Silence>
<Bozo> “Who needs a beer?”
<Rejoining Now, already in progress>
Man, some people. Right?
Anyhow, the weasels are good as is the AmyUnit. She is way more busy than I think she wants to be, but better too busy then not.
And finally, there are only ten more days until the return of lobster season. I am currently going through all my gear to ensure that I am ready to join the hunt. Everything looks good except for my spear tips, so I will be working on them with the table sander in the coming days.
Ok, that brings you up to date. Hope all is well, be safe, it’s dumb out there….
P.S. - Today's second picture if the best from a series of 55 that SattvaWeasel took of herself while standing on my cell phone.