Friday 31 July 2020

"Plans change". Words of wisdom. Bet no one's thought of that one before.
Should copyright. Make millions.

Scheduling and logistics. Not a specialty, however ordered on-line from Apple
Computer a new MacBook Pro yesterday afternoon and picked it up at Bristol
Marine when we arrived just after noon - take that Amazon. Sail and mail from
forwarder not here, however should arrive later today or tomorrow. Computer
delivery would have precluded going into Providence, however no CAT scan
schedules available nearby so big city it is on Wednesday. Rental cars are very
expensive, however a ferry goes at convenient times with a stop in Bristol in
case Isaias adjusts movement and we can't make Newport. Some computer
accessories were backordered, however should arrive Monday while we're still
here. Need to be in Newport for appointment Thursday, however big winds should
be long gone by then. It may all work out... anything's possible.

And speaking of hurricanes, we're entering the meat of the season. This is
forecast to be a bad one - warmer than normal ocean temperatures. Current storm
has us looking around for a place to hide just in case. Bristol Harbor is not
too bad except for south wind. Oh wait, that's where it's forecast to be.
There's a better place about six miles away. Probably pay careful attention to
weather weasels for awhile.

Saturday

Calm before the storm. Feels warmer than temperature suggests due no wind, but
Isaias will soon alleviate that little pickle. Now looks like height of fun
late Tuesday or wee hours Wednesday. May still be able to get to Providence for
scan if that naughty boy doesn't slow any more. Current worst wind forecast for
Bristol is only low twenties. Quoting George Carlin about spending time in
purgatory for some Catholic infraction, "I could do an eon standing on my head",
and we're only talking here about a few hours. Sanguinity abounds... or is that
denial? Difficult sometimes to distinguish.

Meantime we're ashore, Jan having little tiny hairs torn screaming from her legs
and rest of crew languishing, as is his wont, at a coffee bar writing either of
absolute truth or foolishness. Depends on perspective. I'm inclined toward
that first thing, but for incomprehensible reasons that's not the universal
understanding.

Transfer of MacBook contents, about seven hundred Gb, from old box via WiFi
signal will apparently take days. Need wire, either between computers or to
backup drive, but since new machine has only FireWire 3 connections (USB C even
for charging) and old Mac has none must wait for adapter, back-ordered, coming
perhaps Monday. Waiting sucks. Want instant gratification and want it now.

Jack & Jan