Boring, Boring BORING!

SHIP'S LOG:

It would be better on the boat. Not that I adverse to having time to do anything I want, it is more like I have nothing that I can thin k of right now that I really want to do. Can't really do any Christmas shopping as, well, it takes money, something in which I am sorely lack. ABISHAG is locked up and put away for the winter so there is really nothing to do there. True, I do have a list of projects but all really await the advent of the warmth of spring . . . and some money.

A small aside, Abe the Yard Manager at Yankee Boatyard called the other day. They were just putting the finishing touches on the winterization and want to top off the diesel tank . . . except they couldn't find the fill-pipe for the tank. I told him not to worried, that it took three of us to find it when we were bring ABISHAG up from Annapolis after I bought her. The cap for the fill-pipe is located inside the the propane tank locker. Good thing he called, as he had been thinking that the fill-pipe marked "WATER" was actually the diesel fill-pipe, just with the wrong cap on it.

I'll probably check with Kevin and John and see if there is time-killing work available at the sail loft. The grunt work can be mind numbing but it passes the time. It also pays for my sail repairs so I will probably "have to" go and do it. . . sometime soon.

I am at least thinking about the guitar again. I haven't really play in several years, not since I shattered my wrist falling off my SCHWINN! The wrist seems OK. The therapy went well and I have most of not all of the mobility back but every time I get the urge to play, I discover the muscle memory for fingering the chords is basically gone. Gone too are the calluses and to quote John Lennon, "I got blisters on my fingers!" Still, three is all that time right now, so what the heck. I worked at it a bit last night and was rewarded with aching finger tips, clumsy chord construction and what could only be described as "long dead scar tissue' ripping itself apart on the back of my left hand. True, I could re-tune the guitar and just play slide but, despite how easy it might look, it does take more than a bit of skill. O well, I've got time.

Of course, I do have something "really excitin'" to look forward to at the end of the month - my bi-annual colonoscopy! What a way to "end" the year! Any time I really begin to bitch about it, I pause and think about my poor doctor. What happened in his childhood that he chose this particular area of medicine in which to specialize?

Well, it is one day closer to spring and so one day closer to launching. Summer is getting closer by the minute!