SHIP'S LOG:
Well, today, after a lot of running around, I got my sails at last! As I was manning them out to the launch, I noticed a friend on the Beach at TYC. I asked for some help, cause the Main is always a pain, and Roger volunteered, and volunteered his son and his son's friend. The Genoa, the biggest sail, went up lickity-split. And then there was the main . . . . .
John Lucey at the sail loft did me a favor. He put a double layer of UV Protection tape on the foot ( bottom) of the main. It was a generous favor but it created a problem. It made the bottom of the sail too thick when it was furled and it wouldn't completely enter the housing for the sail behind the mast. The sail is a bitch to raise in the first place because of the furling system . . . it French! . . and so it was really, really irritating when we couldn't get it to work properly. I called John, told him not to cash the check and he said bring it back and he'll make it right. It consumed the afternoon and it left me exhausted. I guess that I am not as recovered as I thought.
MASTER PERSONAL LOG:
I called Tim Porter, the yard manager over at Mystic Shipyard and let him know how his people had screwed up. He was really upset and he said that he would take care of it. I am hoping there will b e a slight reduction is the charges. One can Hope, can't one?
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Whoa......! Someone got up on the wrong side of the berth today. Chill out Xavier.
Very quietly I speak.
Listen to My Voice.
Never heed the voices of the world—
…only the tender Divine Voice.
Listen and you will never be disappointed.
Listen,
…and anxious thoughts and tired nerves will become rested.
The Voice Divine—
…not so much in strength
…as in tenderness.
Not so much in power
…as in restfulness.
But the tenderness and the restfulness will heal your scars
…and make you strong,
…and then it must be your task
…to let all your power be My Power.
Man’s little power is as clay
…beside the granite rock of My Power.
You are My great care.
Never feel at the mercy of the world.
My angels guard you day and night
…and nothing can harm you.
You would indeed thank Me if you knew the darts of fret and evil they turn from you.
Thank Me indeed for dangers
…unknown—
…unseen—
…but averted.
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