11/14/2013, Human Nature
As I wait for my 9:55PM Red-eye flight out of LAX to Orlando, FL I just have to ask:
Does it somehow make people feel better to crowd up around the airline entry gate bofore they call their boarding group? I mean really, is someone going to take their seat? Is the plan going to leave without them?
Then there is the question of people's sanity in the size of their carry on bags. Do they really expect that steamer trunk to fit in the carry-on locker above our heads? Some people look like they are going on an African Safari for 12 months by the size of their carry-on bags.
11/12/2013, My Boss is a Slave Driver
Lori and I both may have forgotten our 18th wedding anniversary back in September, but Lori never seems to forget my birthday. I think she likes the time period from Nov 12th to Dec 17th when our age difference is technically one year less, but just how many years I shouldn't say (2*3) +1 for you math wizards out there, so this Dec 17th will be a B-day milestone or millstone, depending on how you look at it. The only reason I can be so brave with this post is that I'm hundreds of miles away from home at the moment working into the night in San Diego on my birthday. I could say that my boss is a slave driver but I know him well enough to know his real motivations, which along with getting the kids out of high school without a tattoo or body piercing, revolves around building up the retirement kitty and getting back to Mexico before the "collapse". The joke with the kids is that if they ever come home from school and see the boat gone they can take the bus down and meet us in La Paz!
The latest good news is that Jason survived his freshman year of high school football without breaking any bones or tearing any ligaments. Now if Amy can survive her frist season of water polo we can call this year a success. Water polo practice starts on Tuesday and I sure hope she doesn't see a sign like this on the team practice pool. In fact, seeing this sign makes me think I need to upgrade my out of town hotel choices here in Escondido because this is an actual sign that is mounted on the gate to the hotel swimming pool!
Life aboard has generally been no different than life in a house on land: work, driving the kids all around town, more work, more schedules, and more craziness. We might not have a yard to maintain but with my broken foot we hired a diver to clean the bottom of the boat ($). I installed a new solar controller ($$), I installed a new larger waste holding tank ($$$) and I've bought all the pieces necessary to plumb a water loop through our diesel heater to our hot water heater so that we will have plenty of hot water this winter while the heater is running to save run time on our trusty Honda generator (still more $$$$). Then there was the Honda CR-V Engine, transmission, front end, and back end rebuild (unbelievably more $$$$$). So with all the outgoing cash flow it sure is a good thing that this is our busy season at work and we can't keep up with water maker sales, which is why I'm working down in San Diego on my birthday after all.
11/09/2013, And I went straight for the Taco Cart
With the car packed with water makers and CoolBlue refrigeration units, I headed for Mexico yesterday. The official purpose of the trip was to send some units down to our store in La Paz, Mexico but unofficially it was a good old fashion Taco Cart food run. I hit 3 different carts from Tijuana to Tecate and as I was eating the third taco, I sent Lori a text message asking if I had to come back or if she could just meet me in La Paz. She voted for La Paz, but by that time my appetite was quenched, so I headed for the border crossing, but part of me will arrive in La Paz on Lunes. A mini Taco Cart Crawl wasn't the only score. I brought back a case of Media Crema (heaven in a box) and some of our favorite grocery items that we have been missing.
While I was going over the importation paperwork at the customs office, the nice lady handed me back my passport and placed it inside of the water maker manual she was reviewing. I left customs, headed for Baja Pack shippers and once there tossed the manual back in the box and taped the lid shut. I didn't realize what I had done until I was in line at the Tecate border crossing. What saved me was that I had a copy of my passport stashed in the car, so with a little explanation to the US Border and Customs officials I was let back into the USA...oh yea...thanks. Thinking about it now, maybe I would have been better off if they didn't let me back in.
I was only in Mexico for a few hours, but it didn't take me long to miss it, especially after the chaos and busy schedules of the last few months. Two Boat Shows, trips to San Diego to build water makers and CoolBlue refrigeration units, and next week a trip to Florida for the SSCA GAM then throw in my broken foot and I'm about done. The busy Tijuana streets packed with rush hour traffic, where no one really stops at a stop sign, seemed calm by contract.