Wednesday 9 September 2020

Welcome to you few who may have come back after preceding entry. Overcast here in Newport and temps have begun to drop as we slide toward autumn. Jeans and jackets have, at least for the nonce, replaced shorts and Ts. Summer is ending. Cut loose on my own recognizance after visits yesterday to ortho and PT. Two weeks into total hip replacement and walking as well as during entire ten months with nail and screws. Would be leaving tomorrow, but package showing tracking number of paddleboards showed up with Apple Airpods. That's a pretty impressive screw-up. Even if they floated, don't think they'd hold our weight and paddles were missing. Ostensible phone number for Nevada company remains unavailable even overnight. Awaiting response to emails. Breath not being held.

Thursday

ROC paddleboard company indicates no special sale, but we did get Airpods of similar value and email response from whoever sent them so not a total scam. Anyway no boards immediate future so we're en route Onset Bay, south side of Cape Cod Canal in fifty meter fog and no wind. If for some fanciful reason the things show up, Newport is minor detour heading back south.

Forecasts, of course, are notoriously crappy, but if true that strong winds from north and east will start tonight may hang tight until Sunday before continuing to Provincetown. As day has drifted along, fog has thickened to pea soup. Haven't seen anything like this since working for NATO out of Mildenhall in East Anglia. Surprising number of vessels ricocheting around in this stuff, but have radar and a horn, one long blast every two minutes, so not too bad. Even so, probably drop the hook short at familiar, well protected Hadley Harbor and see what tomorrow brings. Could be a fortuitous opportunity to piss away our immediate futures in unproductive activity.

"The day after tomorrow is the third day of the rest of your life."
- George Carlin

Jack & Jan