Monday 30 March 2020

Snorkeled around yesterday to get most flora and fauna off bottom down to arm's length of surface. May use tank today for deeper bits, keel and rudder. Anything's possible. Have been using long air hose from tank on deck amidships directly to mouthpiece regulator. Worked OK most of the time, but Jan currently sewing harness to hold line so it doesn't yank out teeth when getting caught. Jan lost all front teeth from face-plant off her bike onto, somewhat fortunately, hospital parking lot in 1998 and has implants and a bridge. Except for "wisdom" molars removed as a teen (so that's his problem you might surmise) remain quite fond of full original complement even though she now has a much nicer smile.

Another beautiful day self-isolating on fourteen meter sailboat in Klein Bay. Jan & I like each other very much and have no problem separated from the rest of humanity, seeing only each other and living harmoniously together in a small space. Highly unlikely that either of us will snap and begin slaughtering everyone we can find with an AK-47 or bumpstock that apparently every other American owns and is frantic to use. Living with a Canadian hasn't necessarily made me nice, but has tempered most urges to murder even the most obnoxious of buttheads. Given that developed countries are not replacing current population (requires 2.1 progeny per couple, but US only produces 1.7) and the entire world will eventually follow, we might soon need all the brains we can muster, even those who don't agree with me and are thus appallingly in error.

Looks like hookah harness will be ready soon, so some effort on my part is regrettably in the offing. Being a responsible boat owner and adult is hard work and terribly annoying.

Tuesday

Amazingly one tank lasted the two hours it took to reduce bottom garden to pristine smoothness... more or less. Harness worked a treat. Who knew? Hiding in the undergrowth are wee white crawly things (sea fleas?) that cause whacking rashes of itchy bumps. Note to self, anti-foul ASAP. Does anyone remember the Twilight Zone episode where an earwig caused excruciating pain while crawling through a man's head from one ear to the other? Relief was short lived as doctor who retrieved it on the other side realized it had been pregnant. Thanks Rod Serling for that image.

Today, off to Coral Bay. Skinny Legs is a pub in the upper reaches, shut down for now, that in 2009 sported a wonderful assortment of eccentric rabble - a great cruiser bar. It has (had) apparently not changed much.

- Later

Boat speed magically increased today on trip to very crowded anchorage. Hitched a ride from only dinghy dock to grocery, about a kilometer (thanks Roberta), then schlepped about 10 kilos more than originally intended back - exercise for the day. Returned with time for a wee rest before happy hour (liver deemed recovered from previous immoderate consumption) and subsequently dinner and a movie. No mobile data so we engage fallback tactics: pre-downloads and books.

Jack & Jan