Propagation
03 March 2009 | South Side Marina - Provo
March 3
Worked fingers to the bone ("as hard as I've ever worked"... did too!) trying to transmit emails last night. First time in a month and a half with no propagation on HF radio. Was OK this morning and no doubt will be tonight (he said with a confident smirk).
Spent early morning taping in preparation for varnish, then Charlyn, dockmaster's wife, gave a tour of Provo. Little damage from two hurricanes last year, as opposed, I hear, to Grand Turk. Lots of building, lots of empty buildings. Also toured hardware, IGA and liquor stores with devastating impact on wallet. Bought respectively: tape, groceries and rum (no, you cynics, the walletal (not a real word) plundering was for food). Squandered all afternoon until dark taping brightwork. Memory of length and difficulty for this activity had apparently been suppressed (self-preservation mechanism). Of course previous operandi was to pack five days work into three weeks. Previous eschewing of sloth now seems premature. Sanding is plan for tomorrow; could also begin varnishing (The triumph of hope over experience?). Hope to finish second coat Thursday in time for weekly cruiser's barbecue in the marina. Again, also hope for world peace.
News flash for residents of home state: For all you devotees of placing your feet into a vat of dead skin eating miniature carp (no, the carp are alive), the fun is over. Florida Board of Cosmetology (nothing to do with stars and planets) has cut you off. No animals, except the occasional customer, are allowed in any salon. Sorry, but one should always adjust one's life to the whims of a misanthropic, bureaucratic government, don't you think?
Jack