I woke at 6 this morning, had a half glass of grapefruit juice, a cup of coffee, read some news online, shaved, and was on my bike heading for a supermarket at 7:20. Of the two supermarkets I frequent, one opens at 6, the other at 7. Not needing to go to a liquor store, which do not open until 9, I wanted to avoid the heat and get it over with.
A pleasant 74F/23C when I left. Only 78F/25.5C when I got home at 8:40.
Only a few people on the bike paths on my way to the supermarket. More when I returned. Most walking dogs. Three or four joggers and about that many other cyclists. We all exchanged ‘Good mornings’ and it was.
I needed berries, fruit, milk, ice cream, a few frozen meals. I also bought a good bottle of cabernet sauvignon because I deserve it.
I am now probably set until Carol arrives with a rental car a week from Thursday, but will likely make another early morning ride to a supermarket before then.
I bought GANNET new fenders from that well known chandlery, Amazon. The old ones were at least ten years old and dirty beyond cleaning.
A friend saw the above photo and wrote that GANNET looks good, but up close she is starting to fail the view from one boat length away test. Her topsides need painting. I last did them ten years and tens of thousands of miles ago.
As I have noted before boat work is difficult to arrange in Hilton Head. I have minor jobs for a rigger and for a sailmaker, the topsides to be painted, which I may even pay someone else to do, and I need a skilled boat worker to fix the port pipe berth. The tube holding the bolt rope is pulling away from the hull and also letting part of the bolt rope slip out of the groove. I don’t even understand how it is attached to the hull.
In San Diego I could get all of these done with a few phone calls and moving the boat an hour or two. Here each is far more complicated.
When the college world series game last evening between Mississippi and Arkansas quickly became a blow out, I retired to the bedroom to continue to read Mikhail Bulgakov’s great novel, THE MASTER AND MARGARITA, which has some supernatural elements in it. After a while the bedroom began to glow supernaturally. What is going on, I wondered? I glanced up and the post sunset sky was on fire. Spectacular for ten minutes or so.
The previous post has elicited more comments than any other I can recall, except perhaps some upon completion of GANNET’s circumnavigation, and I’m not even sure about that.
While I am probably about averagely profane, I don’t believe I have ever before used the f-word in print. I don’t expect to do so again.