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anigoYet another nice quiet day. Sun's shining, got a great cd playing, Jess is next door, dog is quiet and non biting, Richard's at work. The house is almost imaculate, except for the two baskets of clean laundry that need to be put away. I spent the morning like a dervish cleaning up because my dad's visiting. He's staying with my sister, but he, his wife, my sister and her husband, my brother and my dad's two friends that are visiting with him are coming for supper. So now the house is clean, and it's quiet and life is peaceful.
Went sailing yesterday, or rather I was supposed to go sailing yesterday but ended up just rafting up all day. There was no wind (tho they were calling for 20-25 gusts to 30) and thick fog so the race got cancelled. We were into the second bottle of rum by 2:00. I had a drink at the start of the day, but that was pretty much all as I had to drive home. By 5:00 I was the only one who was able to stand up. There was much sillyness (truthfully a little too much sillyness) Thom motored agressively while Carl was trying to relieve himself off the stern of the boat and went overboard. At last count, the water in the Atlantic Ocean was about 62 degrees (and that's not celcius) I found it slightly unnerving, but nobody was injured and the worst thing was Carl ended up a bit cold and lost his leatherman as it was dangling on the end of his belt (which was not done up) when he went over. Shane drove home on the roof of the car (through the sun roof) and Thom out the back passenger side window. (I drove, being the only sober one.. bah) thank god for small rural communities with back woods roads and understanding neigbours.
None the less, I'd give the day a B+. Lorraine and Don may not be sailing anymore with us as Thom pissed Lorraine off over race week and she's decided not to come back. Don's supporting his better half and joining her. So, nobody on running back stays or main, which hurts the performance of a boat somewhat. There's a race tomorrow - the One Guinea Cup, which is calling for sun and good winds (tho a bit chilly, but what can one expect for September.)
Oh, there's also rumour of doing the Halifax to St. Pierre-Miquelon race next year - the equivalent to the Marblehead this year. I've bounced it off Richard and he isn't completely peeved, however there's still another 10 months before that race, so he's got lots of time. The only question is where am I going to come up with the cash between now and then.
Went sailing yesterday, or rather I was supposed to go sailing yesterday but ended up just rafting up all day. There was no wind (tho they were calling for 20-25 gusts to 30) and thick fog so the race got cancelled. We were into the second bottle of rum by 2:00. I had a drink at the start of the day, but that was pretty much all as I had to drive home. By 5:00 I was the only one who was able to stand up. There was much sillyness (truthfully a little too much sillyness) Thom motored agressively while Carl was trying to relieve himself off the stern of the boat and went overboard. At last count, the water in the Atlantic Ocean was about 62 degrees (and that's not celcius) I found it slightly unnerving, but nobody was injured and the worst thing was Carl ended up a bit cold and lost his leatherman as it was dangling on the end of his belt (which was not done up) when he went over. Shane drove home on the roof of the car (through the sun roof) and Thom out the back passenger side window. (I drove, being the only sober one.. bah) thank god for small rural communities with back woods roads and understanding neigbours.
None the less, I'd give the day a B+. Lorraine and Don may not be sailing anymore with us as Thom pissed Lorraine off over race week and she's decided not to come back. Don's supporting his better half and joining her. So, nobody on running back stays or main, which hurts the performance of a boat somewhat. There's a race tomorrow - the One Guinea Cup, which is calling for sun and good winds (tho a bit chilly, but what can one expect for September.)
Oh, there's also rumour of doing the Halifax to St. Pierre-Miquelon race next year - the equivalent to the Marblehead this year. I've bounced it off Richard and he isn't completely peeved, however there's still another 10 months before that race, so he's got lots of time. The only question is where am I going to come up with the cash between now and then.
