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s/v Kaimu Wharram Catamaran

Vessel Name: Kaimu
Vessel Make/Model: Wharram Custom
Hailing Port: Norwalk, CT
Crew: Andy and the Kaimu Crew
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11 April 2021 | St Marys

Florentine Storm

I wanted to do something constructive, so I made breakfast. It was going to be a hot day in early April, not unusual these days. I went shopping for ingredients for further breakfasts and for a soup, cream of chicken, florentine style. When I got back and stowed the perishables I spent some time relaxing [...]

09 April 2021 | St Marys

Jupiter

I finished reading The Year of the Flood by Margaret Atwood. It was a paperback copy from the pile of books in the communal kitchen. I searched my ebook archive on the laptop and found a whole lot of books by Atwood. The Year of the Flood is a sci-fi novel about a pandemic. It was published around [...]

02 April 2021 | St Marys

Perpetual

We had some rain or rain threats, but afterwards I decided to paint the bottom of the stbd hull. I was feeling much better from the back and hip pain. Having the experience of painting the port hull bottom prepared me well for the stbd hull. I taped off the boot stripe and began painting on the South [...]

28 March 2021 | St Marys

Vaccine Aftermath

You know it’s bad when you suspect the little heater in the cabin must be off, because it’s getting so cold so fast, and you see it is on. Little heat, big cold. They say it is the coldest day of Winter so far. The only consolation is that up North it’s single digit cold.

18 March 2021 | St Marys

Clouds and Change

The America’s Cup racing in New Zealand went sour for the Italians in races 7 and 8. Up till then they were tied up 3-3, in race 7 Jimmy Spithill and the Italians won the start and worked the race very well. The Kiwis have a fast boat and managed to eke out a lead, then downwind won the race, but [...]

14 March 2021 | St Marys

Nori for Sale

I’ve taken to watching the golf tournaments on weekends, golf is a sport made for TV, although some compare it to watching paint dry. Also we are in the middle of an America’s Cup event and the paint drying analogy no longer applies to yacht racing. I was driving down route 40 with Robert and remarked, [...]

Florentine Storm

11 April 2021 | St Marys
Cap'n Chef Andy | Stormy
I wanted to do something constructive, so I made breakfast. It was going to be a hot day in early April, not unusual these days. I went shopping for ingredients for further breakfasts and for a soup, cream of chicken, florentine style. When I got back and stowed the perishables I spent some time relaxing and then decided to do something. I’ll pump out the rain water that has percolated in the hulls for some time.
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I planned on using my battery booster pack to power the portable bilge pump, but nothing happened. I thought maybe the pump had sat too long and was bound up. It was not. The power pack might be dead, I plugged its charger in and nothing happened. I got my meter, the charger was putting out nothing. The power pack was nearly down to 0. I gave up.
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After lunch I got the brilliant idea to attach one of my battery chargers to the output cables of the power pack and charge it that way. Meanwhile I attached clamps to the leads of the portable bilge pump and took it into the starboard hull bilge. I ran its hose outside and turned the pump on. It ran and pumped a lot of water. What remained was sponged into a bucket.
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I ordered a 12v brick battery to power the pump and the electric bos’un’s chair.
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The Masters golf tournament was on TV and I watched a bit. A tornado warning came across the screen, St. Marys was one of the towns under warning. I went to wunderground.com and saw that there was a small craft warning, severe thunderstorm warning, rip current warning, as well. The afternoon breeze was increasing and the golf tournament was suspended due to lightning. Up on deck I saw a roll cloud coming and took a photo of it. The wind kept increasing and it started to rain. I closed hatches, tarpaulined the work table under the boat and the electric tools there. Thunder crashed and we had a genuine lightning storm with horizontal downpour on top of everthing. More rainwater for the bilge.
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The storm continued all night and it was overcast and drizzling in the morning. My plan was to make the Florentine soup today, but the electric hot plate I use was in Rough Rider Lynn’s hands, and the hot plate they normally use was in the communal kitchen for my attempt at repair. No go. The internal screws that hold the heating element were too corroded to get at what I thought would be an open circuit. Later the working hot plate appeared and I began to make the soup.
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First a bag of spinach was added to the colander inside the stock pot. A bunch of kale was trimmed from its ribs and added. An onion was diced and added. 6 cups of water with 3 scoops of chicken bouillon were added as well as a tablespoon of montreal chicken spice. The stock pot was full to the brim, but after a while the greens cooked down and boneless skinless chicken thighs were added and steamed on top the veggies for about 45 minutes.
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The chicken thighs were tonged out of the pot onto a cutting board and the colander was removed from the pot and set draining on a plate. The broth was cycled through a fat separator after first transferring to a large bowl. The pot was rinsed out and the separated fat was added along with some butter. Flour was added and the roux was cooked for a few minutes. The broth was slowly added while the roux was allowed to boil and thicken. The veggies were added and the soup continued to thicken. The chicken thighs were sliced and diced small and added. I tasted the soup and added a little liquid smoke to it. Finally a quart of half and half were added and the soup was finished.
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The photo is of the roll cloud when the front came through. The yacht in the photo is a beautiful Hinckley 59 ketch.

Jupiter

09 April 2021 | St Marys
Cap'n Chef Andy | Clouding Brooding
I finished reading The Year of the Flood by Margaret Atwood. It was a paperback copy from the pile of books in the communal kitchen. I searched my ebook archive on the laptop and found a whole lot of books by Atwood. The Year of the Flood is a sci-fi novel about a pandemic. It was published around 2010. It is inventive but while we are in an actual pandemic now, it is too inventive.
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I finished my research on free energy from generators that use no fuel. One comment is there are two types, one type is the scammer who wants to sell you his secret plans, etc., the other type is the enthusiast who is doomed to failure but presses on, sometimes discovering something new, sometimes entertaining. Wasted effort mostly.
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A beautiful Hinckley 59 is on the hard just astern of Kaimu. The name of the boat is Wanderer and is one of only two Sou’wester 59 ketches ever made. There are a few 59 sloops or cutters up for sale on Yachtworld. Prices are in the $500K range. Not outrageous.
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It is Easter and on Good Friday I remembered receiving the project catamaran that became Kaimu on Good Friday the 13th, but that was April, 2001, 20 years ago. The boat still needs work but is very good shape for her age. Better shape than her skipper.
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I had purchased a boneless pork butt and now could make some soup with it. I did the usual, get the 6 quart stock pot, put a colander in it, dump in a bag of spinach, pour in a couple cups of water and set it to boil. Begin trimming a bunch of kale from its ribs, cutting it into little pieces with some Harbor Freight $1 scissors. The kale went into the pot on top of the melting spinach. I prepped an onion by cutting it in half on the meridian, then cutting that in half on the equator. Easy to make onion dice, lay down and cut from the end, making thick slices, up from the end. Then stand it up and trim off radially. After all the onion quarters were reduced to segmented slices they were thrown into the pot which by now had reduced all the greens to a mush.
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The boneless pork butt was now extracted from its package, bloody, rinsed. Placed on the cutting board and trimmed of fat and connective tissue. Probably only 20 per cent was thrown away, but that would be unusable, fat, gristle, after cooking there wasn’t that much to decant off the broth.
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The spice mix was again made with two cups of hot water, 2 tablespoons of peanut butter, orange marmalade, 1 tablespoon of chili powder, cumin, cocoa, whisked together. Pour over the steaming vegetables and the trimmed pork. There was another unnamed spice.
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I let the pot boil for an hour, then two, tasted some of the meat. Then it was falling apart. Tonged the meat out onto a cutting board, lifted the colander out with the steamed and condensed vegetables. The remaining broth had a little fat on it and was passed through a fat separator. Veggies returned. A jar of medium salsa was poured into the broth. Without mixing it, several scoops of broth were put into the almost empty jar. It was shaken and poured into the pot.
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The meat was cut into little pieces or shredded. The pot was boiling again and the meat was returned to it. I scooped out two scoops and tasted the soup.
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It was good. I sent out text of the soup and a picture of my soup bowl. They came around one or two at a time. I enjoyed that they enjoyed the soup. Happy Easter.
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The day after Easter is known as Pizza Night. All went well. We listened to mp3 audio from a channel that plays old Windham Hill music. A particularly beautiful and haunting voice caused us to ask around, who is that?, Enya?
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The mp3 player had a display, but it was dark, I touched a button and could read “Gustav Holst..” Well I know of Holst from the movie 2001 A Space Odyssey, and I had an album of his “Planets” tone poems. I went on YouTube looking for Holst music and listened to several pieces. Then a flash mob rendition of “Jupiter” played and it was the melody of the music we had heard. You can watch the video too, at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3cpOrB1GW8
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When I searched Holst Jupiter Female Vocal, etc., nothing. I was watching string ensembles, pianos, female vocalists, but not the one we had heard. I went on Wikipedia and researched more about Gustav Holst. It seemed a poem by Sir Cecil Spring Rice was put to music, the music of Host’s Jupiter. Holst found the match of the poem to the music. It has become an English anthem, sung at Churchill’s funeral and Kate Middleton’s wedding. The vocalist in our rendition is Charlotte Church, who was successful from the age of 11, singing with her beautiful voice.
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There are many other renditions of this music theme, not a bad thread to search. Now just think about Stanley Kubrick, who liked some classical music when it was out of fashion, and that is how I know this music. He incorporated it in the Space Odyssey, but he did a lot more. His lighting work in the Shining was innovative. We don’t live long enough.
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There was news from Cornelia Marie and from my daughter Stephanie, but cannot be revealed as yet. Stephanie’s Stanford womens NCAA team won the national championship by one point, “That’s how we do it’, she said. Cornelia Marie went out of her way to pick up two of the main cushions for the Catalina in Annapolis and brought them to Sunsplash and put them aboard. More than what I would have wanted to ask.
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I went shopping for ingredients for Cream of Chicken Florentine Soup. That included the kale spinach mixture and some artichoke hearts. On the way back I got the idea to take a photo of the front of Store #2 which proclaims, “Play Here”, and “Ethanol Free Marine Fuel”.

Perpetual

02 April 2021 | St Marys
Cap'n Chef Andy | Attempting Spring
We had some rain or rain threats, but afterwards I decided to paint the bottom of the stbd hull. I was feeling much better from the back and hip pain. Having the experience of painting the port hull bottom prepared me well for the stbd hull. I taped off the boot stripe and began painting on the South side, the outboard side of the hull. My reasoning was that working in the direct sunlight on a day that was forecast to hit at least 85 would best be done by getting it over with, then finish up in the shade on the inboard side.
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First a quick blasting with the orbital sander roughed up a small patch on the underside of the aft keel, then a small amount of epoxy paste was daubed on it to act as a primer for the bottom paint. Then I began with the large bucket full of paint which had been mixed with bottom paint booster.
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The work along the hot sun blasted hull side went along as well as I could manage. I knew I might run out of stamina in the heat and glare of the sun. I made it about ¾ of the way, then had to have some water, then had another pause a little further when the paint roller started to fall apart. I took another break and got a fresh roller skin. When I was almost at the rudder I got the paint can which still had some paint in it and took a 2” brush to paint the hinges and any spot that the roller couldn’t reach. Then I rolled on. Soon I was around the corner, around the end of the rudder, into the shade. The paint was getting pasty due to the heat and being in a large open container. I began painting in smaller swaths. When I was finished I put all the leftover paint in one can. It looked like I had 3 quarts. Maybe a quart of thinner to reconstitute and I would have a gallon.
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My younger sister called from California, we compared our virus vaccine accounts. Somehow we ended up talking about electrical generators. Her company uses a unit made by Theron and it looks like it generates electricity out of thin air, no fuel, no solar, no source of power. That can’t be. Then I started my research and ran into a sham video demonstration of Tesla’s Quantum Energy Generator. The general outline of how something like this would work is you have a special motor powering a special generator with special interfaces and controls. An initial powering up of the motor starts the generator and it is brought up to resonant frequency, then the power can be disconnected and the whole thing can run on its own, even generating substantial power. Not.
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The fact that they are using these generators means they are functioning, not quantum pipe dreams. But they can’t do what the Tesla adherents say, they can’t grasp energy out of the ether, out of nothing. Quantum is a term that is now being stolen for almost any sort of new sounding scam. There is even a Quantum marine paint. Quantum works on the tiniest level, particles, and does not work well at our normal levels, such as electrical generators. I ended up looking at the wikipedia site on zero point energy. Whoa. Just go there and look at the references at the end of the site.
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What I could gather is that there is one view of zero point energy that says there is a lot of energy there. It is the energy of the fact that space and matter are indeterminate so there can never be zero energy. This is a quantum mechanics principle, why can’t we have zero energy, the answer is the Heisenberg hypothesis. Nothing ever can be directly measured in opposing values, measuring one value will distort the other. The math, which is in part displayed at the wikipedia zero point energy page, covers a lot of ground. The amount of actual energy in a latent space is disputed. Some say it is vast. We are in the realm of undiscovered physics here, but there are many bright minds grinding this stuff out.
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Probably the most brilliant mind that I know is mine and I suspect my sister is hitting me with the ultimate April Fool’s Joke. I would laugh if I could. What if this device, which she says has been providing power for two years, really exists, then I would feel like a luddite farmer with a rake accosting an early aviator. But I am not fooled. Even viewing many YouTube stunts.
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In the link I sent my sister, authored by an erudite physicist, was the phrase, if perpetual motion can exist, then the universe as we know it can not exist.
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The image is of a perpetual motion scheme, the cup has a thin spout that would capilarily liquid up and then it would go around and down and return to the bowl of the cup. Basically all the forces that we know of would balance out and nothing would happen.

Vaccine Aftermath

28 March 2021 | St Marys
Cap'n Chef Andy | Blustery Sunny
You know it’s bad when you suspect the little heater in the cabin must be off, because it’s getting so cold so fast, and you see it is on. Little heat, big cold. They say it is the coldest day of Winter so far. The only consolation is that up North it’s single digit cold.
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The cold comes because the wind is fierce from the North, it collides with the balmy Southern airs and that causes fog and rain. The days become a cacophony of blustery shudders as the winds hit the boat, on the hard, but also whistling sounds in the rigging, some sounds of things falling over, bumps in the night. It goes on for 3 days. More rain. Stuff gets blown about the boatyard. I can watch Golf and March Madness basketball on TV. I run out of wine and water. I go to the communal shower that is unheated this year and shiver in the foggy tiled room, the hot water trickles from the mandated energy efficient shower head. The cold doesn’t help my attempt to recover from some sort of arthritis to my hip and lower back.
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I decide to go ahead and try to cook pizzas, Pizza Night, right on time. I was able to buy ingredients, and some for a future pork mole soup, and I know enough now to limit my time standing around on my feet and prep ingredients from a chair, take bike rides to loosen up my hip, and hope there is still enough propane in the cannister to bake another bunch of pizzas. I fire up the oven and begin putting together pizzas. Robert has shown up and watches as I go about my business. The first pie is a pepperoni and I add some onion to it. The second is a pepperoni mushroom with added onion. The first pie goes into the oven and I set the timer. When it goes off I have to flip the first pie around 180, the second time the timer goes off the first pie comes out of the oven to cool while the second pie goes in.
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Now it’s time to make another couple of pies. First a mushroom and onion pie, then another pie with the remainder of the pepperoni and mushroom and onion. As the pies come out, get sliced, and crowd the cutting board, the usual pizza crowd arrives and begin to consume. There are no leftovers.
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The next day I am cleaning up trays, etc., and begin making the Ole Mole Pork Soup. The usual arrangement of stock pot with colander inside gets stuffed with a bag of spinach and trimmed kale. A spice mixture of 2 cups of hot water mixed with peanut butter, honey, cumin, achiote, chili powder, and cocoa is poured over the greens and soon the pot is boiling, steaming the veggies, creating room for a pork picnic roast, trimmed of skin and fat and cut into large chunks. After 2 hours the pork is falling apart, the pot is taken off the heat, the colander is removed and sat on a plate, the pork is on the cutting board, trimmed off the bone and cut into small pieces. A jar of salsa, whoops! I accidentally purchased picante sauce which happened to be on the shelf with the salsas, so that goes into the pot after the broth had been defatted, the veggies returned as well as the diced pork.
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Robert returns with his 3 legged dog who gets the pork bone, and we sample the soup. It is good, but it would have been better with salsa, thicker, and more tastes than the picante sauce provides.
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The next day I am feeling much better, assuring me that the arthritis flare up was vaccine induced. But I am glad to have the vaccine and glad to be able to operate almost normally. It is a slow process, better is better, but still not great.
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It wasn’t easy to get back to work. I needed to consult my blog posts of long ago when I was recovering from one thing or another. Take it in stride. A fellow rolled into the boatyard who I knew well but couldn’t remember his name. I remembered what he was doing and all about him, just not his name. We spoke and he left. I went on line to my blog and hunted down the entry when I helped him anchor prior to a hurricane. His name was Lou. He had a notion that the coronavirus was weaponized. Stay away.
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Kaimu’s hulls were devoid of extraneous nautical culture, except for the areas Robert had not got to, and the bottom of the keels. There was no way I could have dealt with this, before, but now I went at it. I taped the vacuum cleaner hose to the port on the orbital sander and turned them both on. This results in almost no toxic dust from the sander. It took less than a half hour to finish the remaining flat side of the hull, then when I got down on the ground to sand off the bottom of the keel, the debris hitting me in the face caused me to stop and reconsider. I ended up using a scraper to remove the crustacean remnants.
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The bottom paint I had purchased about a year ago had sat all that time. I wisely put the cans upside down. When I opened the first one, the compacted solids that would normally sink to the bottom were now compacted against the lid. It took about an hour to break up and mix the paint.
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The next day the second can of paint received the treatment. I knew it would eventually be homogenized, but it took again about an hour. Two small cans of bottom paint booster were mixed in a bowl from the discard pile. One can of bottom paint, one can of booster, mixed in a 2 gallon bucket. The water line had been taped off, so I began rolling on bottom paint. It was a hot day and that affected the paint coverage. The paint was thickening and going on like paste. I ended up with only one thick coat of paint.
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The image, from sailboatdata.com is of a Cheoy Lee 33 ketch that is under restoration by James Baldwin, the guru of Pearson Tritons. His web site can be found by searching Atom Voyages.

Clouds and Change

18 March 2021 | St Marys
Cap'n Chef Andy
The America’s Cup racing in New Zealand went sour for the Italians in races 7 and 8. Up till then they were tied up 3-3, in race 7 Jimmy Spithill and the Italians won the start and worked the race very well. The Kiwis have a fast boat and managed to eke out a lead, then downwind won the race, but it was a close one. In race 8 it was do or die for the Italians and they sailed an inspired technical race, getting ahead and punishing the Kiwis with bad wind, tacking on them, controlling them around the racecourse, until near the end of the next to last leg. At that time the Kiwis came back toward the center of the course on starboard tack, having right of way, while Francesco Bruni and Spithill were on port and it looked like they should tack on top of the Kiwis, but they didn’t. Nathan Outerridge was one of the commentators and was surprised. There was emphasis by the commentators that “The Italians chose this”. I can see what was going on in their minds, don’t tack on them, we can reach the mark by going to the layline and take just one more tack. It didn’t work out, there was a significant wind shift that favored the Kiwis just when they needed it. Kismet or home waters. They quickly made the mark, downwind they crossed the finish line, they were now up 6-3, one more win and the cup was theirs.
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It was time for another Pizza Night. I had always opted for Monday night because that’s when the restaurants are closed, but Tuesday is also the night that the gas station restaurant, up around the corner, is also closed, so we will have a Tuesday Pizza Night.
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Last week I did Pizza Night on a Wednesday and got my second coronavirus vaccine shot the next day. I was in bad shape the next few days due to effects of the vaccine. Radio Bill helped me with moving some of the heavier objects, pizza oven and propane tank.
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This time I figured to make it later by the clock, but right around the actual sidereal time. I did feel the effects of sore hip, etc, while doing this, and I tried to do as much as possible sitting, prepping toppings, and fired up the oven at around 5:30. I had mozzarella, mushrooms, a stick of pepperoni, and a medium onion.
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After a rest I made the first pizza, a mushroom pie with garlic and onions. Then I prepared a pepperoni pie with onions and set it aside. The mushroom pie went into the oven. I next made a pie with onions, mushrooms, pepperoni, some garlic, and took it to the oven. The first pie came out looking well baked, 2nd went in.
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So far no customers, and I needed space as the pies came out of the oven, in other words I needed someone to eat some of these pies. My usual protocol is to eat one slice from each pie. Radio Bill showed up with his usual appetite, It was a pleasant late afternoon and I took a photo of the clouds.
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Rough Rider Lynn and Helicopter Dave showed up and there was plenty of pizza for all. 5 slices left over.
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The next day I cleaned up the mess and made a big pot of Cream of Chicken and Mushroom Soup, same recipe as a week or so ago. When the soup was ready customers showed up to sample it, yet I ended up with 4 pint containers of it. Into the fridge. Rosie, the mother of the artist, said it was absolutely good.
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The next day I made a marinade of yogurt, dill, and lemon, and marinated boneless skinless chicken thighs in it. A tornado warning was issued and I battened down the hatches. Everything had to be put away out of harms way.
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The photo is of the clouds during Pizza Night.

Nori for Sale

14 March 2021 | St Marys
Cap'n Chef Andy | beautiful weather
I’ve taken to watching the golf tournaments on weekends, golf is a sport made for TV, although some compare it to watching paint dry. Also we are in the middle of an America’s Cup event and the paint drying analogy no longer applies to yacht racing. I was driving down route 40 with Robert and remarked, “The America’s Cup yachts are sailing faster than we are driving right now.” The speed limit was 45 and I was going 55, as usual, the New Zealand yacht has been clocked at 57 knots which is more than 57 miles per hour. A few years ago I was driving on route 50 Eastward toward Annapolis, then going up I-97 to Pasadena. The speed limit on these roads is mostly ignored and you can go 80 if you’re brave and foolish. I was checking out my new GPS dongle with the laptop, plugged into the cigarette lighter socket, and running navigation software. I thought it would be cool to have the same display of the car as I had while sailing the boat. I was surprised to see I wasn’t even close to 80 mph, so I increased the speed to 79 on the gps. I had to pass cars. I thought those speeders were crazy before, now I realized I just had a slow speedometer. I went along at a good pace and later, after I got off the high speed roads, I realized I was reading knots, not miles per hour. Closer to 90 miles an hour than 80.
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Currently the two competing America’s Cup teams are tied up at 3-3. The races are like mongoose and cobra, high speeds, nip and tuck, hard for anyone who hasn’t raced to understand, like distilled essence of match racing. First one to 7 wins wins it.
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When I got the idea to make a clone of Cornelia Marie’s Wonder Dog, Nori, the other part of the idea was the oohs and ah reaction to my daughter’s knitted and crocheted products. She started doing this with my ex’s training after suffering a home invasion and stress whenever she went out in public. She would just make things and found she could get on a bus, walk through a mall, if she was involved with her knitting and crocheting. She wrote an article in a crafts newsletter about this and it was very touching. But she has a knack for whimsy, and when she sent me a crocheted imaginary animal, a sort of Claude M.C. Escher sort of being, I opened the box in the boatyard’s woodshop surrounded by sweaty hard calloused yardbirds, who normally see tools and materials emerging from boatyard packages. It hit us all by surprise, some chuckling, laughing, some with tears in their eyes, then I knew she had a gift.
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She made a Llama, complete with bells, a Snoopy with Woodstock, a set of South Park characters, all crocheted. For my friends wedding a couple years ago she made a Burger King Crown, crocheted. He likes to wear a crown after winning a game. She made an Octopus Hat, which I would not wear, but is very popular with the girls, for my friends new wife.
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So I suggested, why not make a replica of a pet, maybe not perfect replica, but a reminder of a pet that has been lost, or a pet that is especially dear. Put photos of the replicas side by side with the original pet on her Etsy site. She did not do this. She made the replica of Nori and on her site put an order form that you can pick the type of pet, breed, etc. and she will make that.
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The next day I awoke feeling better, but it was late. I didn’t realize it was now daylight savings time. I was worried that Robert would be showing up and I would be making coffee. He didn’t show and I had breakfast. I took a spin on the bicycle. I forgot that my spin was to go up to the Breezeway and see if my orbital sander was up there. I returned and it was there, I brought it back to Kaimu and got my tools out to try to repair the sander.
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The random orbital sander works by rotating like a spinning disk and also by having the axis of the disk rotating, so that the sandpaper does not create concentric grooves in the surface, it is randomly grooved. In this case an internal bearing had seized up, the disk spun freely, but the random orbital action wasn’t there. The result was a sander that would be overly aggressive, burning the surface and destroying the sandpaper at the same time. I had given up on repairing this a long time ago, but now it was do or die. I found the screws of the hook and loop plate of the sander would not budge. I then took the sander apart. It wasn’t easy, but giving the one recalcitrant screw massive pressure on the Philips screwdriver budged the screw enough that after a while I could remove it. After that it was a matter of fact, spray some Blaster into the bearing, not directly accessible, spray and drain, spray and drain, then try it, spin it, spray and drain, spin it, it spins. Reassemble, clean up the electrical plug, find a hook and loop sanding disk, apply, try it out on a section of the hull. Great. A nice light sander, takes off exactly what I’m trying to take off, set aside for later. Look for more disks. None found. Fortunately Harbor Freight now has a local store and I’m sure they have the disks I need.
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The image was sent by Cornelia Marie of Nori, the Wonder Dog, and the crocheted clone, both cute canines.
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