Thursday, June 21, 2018
Evanston: glad; too thin; older than most
A gray, rainy day. 63°F/17°. I am exceedingly glad to be here. In fact I don’t ever recall being quite as pleased to return to the Midwest flatlands as I was yesterday. 93°F/34°C in Hilton Head at present with a ‘feels like’ of 99°F/37°C. Heat is, of course, not all that compelled me to leave Hilton Head, and would not matter as much if I had a normal air conditioned home rather than a despicably stalled construction site.
I am surprised to discover that “You can never be too rich or too thin” is attributed to Wallis Simpson, the American who became the Duchess of Windsor.
I doubt that either sentiment is acceptable today.
I am certainly not in danger of being too rich, but when I weighed myself this morning I found as I expected that at 149 pounds I am too thin. That is the least I have weighed in quite some time, except perhaps at the end of ocean passages when I did not have an opportunity to weigh myself. I like to weight 153 or 154 pounds.
Cycling and walking I got plenty of exercise at Hilton Head, but I am in some respects slightly out of shape. I have not been able to do my usual workout ever since the concrete subfloor was removed from the condo. It takes me a day or two to adjust to being back here. I’ll resume working out and climbing stairs not later than Monday, and maybe tomorrow.
Assuming this chart is accurate at my 76 years, 5% is older, 94% younger, leaving 1% the same age.
I took the top photo of GANNET as I left her yesterday morning.
As I have written earlier, I unbent the jib, but I left the fully battened mainsail in place. Removing it is a huge hassle, requiring removing both boom vang and boom in order to slide the Tides Marine batten cars from the track and unscrewing six screws from each car to remove the battens. So I left it on the boom. It was on the boom during Irma.