Maxi 95 and Our Adventures
Today is not an atypical day. We’re sailing at 3 knots, the sky is overcast with rain predicted.
Hilary, after eating breakfast, told me that the beauty that surrounds us in the Malaspina Strait was so difficult to express that it hurt in her chest. Jennifer, down below planning our passage through the upcoming rapids, heard this and arrived with three stuffed animals that Hilary is enchanted with, distracting her from her pain. Continue reading “Sailing with Hilary”
[Some posts, like this one, will appear on line a day or so after they are dated. It generally means that I wasn’t able to finish copy editing that day.]
Hilary sleeps open mouthed on the main cabin, settee; Jennifer is nestled in the V-Berth, with occasional loud intakes of breath; Harrison is in the aft cabin with Bo – his dog. Continue reading “We’re on our way”
Any that can go wrong, will go wrong — Murphy’s law
If two things can go wrong, the thing that will cost the most will go wrong — First Corollary to Murphy’s (paraphrase)
Continue reading “Statistics Predict for the Group, Not the Individual”
We are making progress on our preparations for the Alaska trip. Executing these preparations with Hilary in tow has been at times more successful for me than at others.
First, we have recently enrolled her in Full Life Adult Day Care. We call it her Friendship Group, and we take her Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings from about 8:30 until about 1PM. The cost per day is $65. Our bill for March is going to be around a thousand dollars. Continue reading “Preparing with Hilary”
Yesterday morning I ordered three items: More AAA rechargeable batteries — we have more and more things that need those — the wrench Terry Etapa suggested to complete the reassembly of the head panels and trim, and a pair of MC4 solar panel parallel connectors. They arrived later the same day.
And so it feels about this project, Continue reading “The pace picks up”
Without even a knock at the door, the stove arrived at 7:30 last night. Hilary and I heard the soft shush as the UPS driver slid the 35 kg box across the carpeted hallway. Continue reading “Christmas in March: Taylors stove and Plastimo 50 Compass Arrive”
