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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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24 June 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Neel 51

The two days of thunderstorms, lightning, and showers were ending and I was glad to get out and about. I don’t mind hunkering down below on the boat, but after a while going on a bike ride, not in the rain or getting hit by lightning, can be a liberating experience.

23 June 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Tuesday must be Pizza Night

My regimen of doing nothing and resting my sore hip and butt payed off. I was starting to bike with smoother pedaling. I biked to the Food Lion to shop for groceries and stopped at Eve’s house on the way back to pick up my whisk that I had left. She was preparing a gruel for the Labrador puppies [...]

21 June 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Pizza Shanty

The rain started in the wee hours of the morning and when thunder and lightning woke me up I groggily put the top drop board in the companionway hatch. I luxuriated in more sleep, stretching my sore muscles. I got up and made coffee without alcohol stove calamity. The last two slices of cold pizza [...]

16 June 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Token Male

The opening night at the Red Shell Shanty was almost a disaster. My old Bad Crowd was there, but not all at once. They came in in dribs and drabs. The first faction was all into city government, economic advancement programs, and the second faction was my friend Cuddily and her daughter, Cornelia [...]

10 June 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Crisfield, Tired Love

When the heat and humidity drop a bit, after sunset, the mosquitoes come out of hiding, in swarms, there is no relief here. The interior of the boat is still hot and humid, even in the evening. I continue packing the car and feel a pop in my, don’t laugh now, my ass. It is on the left side while [...]

08 June 2022 | St. Marys, GA

Last Call, Pizza Night Finale

One of the problems from the grocery purchase using Instacart was my sliced ham was a slab of ham not thin slices for a sandwich. I wanted to make a grilled ham and cheese sandwich, my days are numbered here and I’m carefully planning meals. Rosie, the mother of the artist, gave me a big block of [...]

Neel 51

24 June 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | mild
The two days of thunderstorms, lightning, and showers were ending and I was glad to get out and about. I don’t mind hunkering down below on the boat, but after a while going on a bike ride, not in the rain or getting hit by lightning, can be a liberating experience.
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The question was, is the Red Shell Shanty going to be open again on a Thursday? I biked down there and there was someone sitting inside. The padlock was off the front door. Yes, they would be open. Cuddily and Eve were returning from another eye appointment, this time Eve was sporting the densely black sunglasses. They went to a bistro on the other side of the marina, the Fisherman’s Grille. I was already into an Orange Crush at the Shanty, but biked over to the Grille and took my position at the outside bar overlooking the entrance to Somers Cove. They showed up and we took a table right on the water. More Crushes. I had oyster stew, which had a lot of iron, Cuddily had steamed shrimp, and Eve had crab egg rolls. All good. We watched the local fishing boats go by. One was casting a lure right near us. It was a nice dinner and I used the last of my Yamaha outboard money to pay for it. Well spent. Spent.
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On the way back I had another Crush at the Shanty. I was pretty looped. I had the idea that we affect the small universe around us, so others not only see us, they see the effect we are creating. Needless to say, I slept well. The weather has been very mild, almost perfect, except when lightning strikes. The 10 day forecast says more of the same through the end of the month. Yay!
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The next day I was again pedaling with a sorer hip. I had to go to the grocers to complain about being charged for two Le Bleu waters when I had seen a BOGO sticker on their shelf, should have only been charged for one. I also decided to purchase an iron supplement, no more liver and onions. When I got to the store I went first to the water area and saw the BOGO was Buy 2 Get One, so I grabbed 3 of the waters. My favorite olive oil was on sale, got that, got the iron supplement, got a pack of coffee filters. On my way back I stopped at the Shanty to take a break. I sent a link to notalwaysright.com to my favorite sister who later called me back to say my older brother had had a heart attack and was in hospital in Hilo, Hawaii. I relayed the news.
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Eve asked if I wanted to attend a Bob fire at her house and have some grilled sausages. Yes, I replied, let’s set fire to Bob. There was also an Arts Council opening event at the gallery near the City Dock, but I didn’t feel like attending that. I went out and got some wine for later. I was sitting alone with my thoughts and listening to 107.3, they were playing the Everly Brothers, Bye Bye Love.
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I looked up Darla Taylor, the lady that won the mayor’s election in Crisfield. It turns out she is a community activist, participating in several organizations that improve education, housing, and other concerns for the middle class. Her election is a blow against the usual old-boy network of businessmen. It looks like the populace want some healing and help.
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I sent a photo of a large trimaran that is sitting in the marina at the end of a dock, could never fit in a slip, to my friend Tom. It is 51 feet long and 30 feet wide. It is a Neel 51. Prices are just under a million, and owning one would be equivalent of owning a waterfront townhouse that can change its location in style and luxury. The image is of that very trimaran.

Tuesday must be Pizza Night

23 June 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | mild
My regimen of doing nothing and resting my sore hip and butt payed off. I was starting to bike with smoother pedaling. I biked to the Food Lion to shop for groceries and stopped at Eve’s house on the way back to pick up my whisk that I had left. She was preparing a gruel for the Labrador puppies using milk and crushed puppy chow. She spread it on a baking tray and put the tray in the puppies’ playpen. First one, then another, began licking up the gruel, soon they were all at it, licking the pan clean. They are 3 weeks old and it’s time to wean them from their mother’s milk.
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It was time for me to make pizza dough at the outdoor seating area at the Shanty. I biked over with a bag with flour, mixing bowl, yeast, honey, an empty water bottle, a spoon, measuring cup, and the whisk. I filled the water bottle with warm water and put 3 cups of flour in the mixing bowl, added some honey and yeast and measured 2 cups of water. I mixed with the spoon, then the whisk, then left the dough to hydrolyze for a half hour.
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I went to the marina office where Cornelia Marie updated my contract and said she might bring some freshly caught and cooked crabs to pizza night. The crab trap is at her mom’s waterfront home. I returned to SUNSPLASH to pick up olive oil, prep knife, 4 bowls, and 4 pizza pans. At the Shanty I added 2 more cups of flour to the mixing bowl, poured a small amount of olive oil into the 4 bowls, coated two of the pizza pans with olive oil, coated the knife, and began kneading the dough mix. When it was showing signs of gaining strength I cut it into 4 pieces with the knife and formed them into small balls that were coated with olive oil in the 4 bowls, then covered with the two oiled pans.
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I began prepping toppings when I realized there was no mozzarella. I could ask one of the ladies to pick it up, but I wanted a specific brand and type, Galbani whole milk. I jumped on the bike and rode stridently up to the store, got my cheese, and rode down Somerset to Cove by Eve’s house. Perhaps they would be enjoying wine and I could help load the propane tank into the vehicle. No one was outside and I was determined to get back to my prepping. I only had to prep onion and mozzarella and had those done in time. I had some wine and Eve and Teri showed up with the propane tank. I used a dock cart to bring the full tank to the oven and lit the oven. I was already lit. Cuddily and Cornelia Marie showed up with a box of steamed crabs as well as Nori the wonder dog.
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A neighbor couple from my dock came over and we chatted. The pizza needed 10 minutes of baking and 5 minutes of resting before cutting into slices. I made 2 pies, a margarita with fresh herbs and onion on top, then a pepperoni pie. The pies were cooking more quickly due to Geoff the chemist’s excellent repair. The oven thermometer was pegged at 1000 degrees. Eve made a third pie and I observed, hoping to learn how she made such great pizzas. She’s an artist and approaches the pie like it is a canvas on an easel. She adds stuff to the pie and I hear her say, a little of this, maybe a little more of that, and so on. Of course the result is excellent. She brought some ingredients I wouldn’t have thought of, marinated garlic, broccoli, and a jalapeno that she didn’t use, but she would have, if she thought it belonged on the pie.
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I ended up making the last pie which turned out good, more toppings than I normally use, a thick pie with mushrooms, pepperoni, remaining fresh herbs, dried herbs, and now carefully monitored to bake only 8 minutes. In the end there were 2 leftover pieces. I put the oven and tank in the secure storage area, threw out the trash, and returned to my slip with a large bag of dirty dishes.
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We had an almost chilly night. The forecast for the boatyard at St. Marys for tomorrow is like 102 degrees. Nothing like that up here. We had humid weather and thunderstorms. I did a bike to the grocers to get water, crackers, and two other things. I somehow got all my stuff from the dock under cover on the boat. The tool boxes went in the lazarette. I’ve got to reorganize, I’ve got too much stuff, again. I’ve learned, on a boat, you have to really pack stuff in, know where it is, and if you have to get it out, you have to unpack, then restow everything.
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It was a humid day with rain and thunderstorms. I was content to hunker down in Sunsplash’s cabin. I am slowly organizing the little sailboat’s stowage. I have to prepare the area around the engine for repairs.
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The image is of the spectacular sunset on the way back to the dock from the Shanty in the marina.

Pizza Shanty

21 June 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy
The rain started in the wee hours of the morning and when thunder and lightning woke me up I groggily put the top drop board in the companionway hatch. I luxuriated in more sleep, stretching my sore muscles. I got up and made coffee without alcohol stove calamity. The last two slices of cold pizza and an online jigsaw puzzle occupied me.
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Cuddily called while I was away attending to natural functions. I called her back and she was wrestling with an eye appointment that I agreed to drive her to, as her eyes would be dilated afterwards. We ended up setting an appointment later on Monday, pizza night, but I guess pizza night will have to move again to Tuesday. Also we are going to make pizza at a new venue, either Cuddily’s waterfront house or somewhere in the marina.
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I found that the Red Shell Shanty, aka Pink Pussycat, is not only open Friday and Saturday evenings, but this year they are open on Thursday. I wasn’t happy with their menu and decided to make my own grilled ham and cheese with tomato sandwich on sourdough bread. I have mastered making this sandwich on Kaimu’s propane stove, it requires keeping the process low and slow. The alcohol stove on Sunsplash works well, but I have to learn to use it. It doesn’t put out as much heat as a propane stove yet I ended up with a grilled sandwich that wasn’t all melty inside.
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At the Shanty I had an Orange Crush, took a photo of it, sent it to Cuddily and Eve. Cornelia Marie arrived with Nori, the wonder dog, and then the others arrived. The conversation centered on the unexpected election of Crisfield’s first African-American woman as mayor. There are still absentee ballots to be counted, so it’s not official yet. This is a blow to the Old Boy network, the old time politicians. I did not vote and did not know who I would have voted for if I did vote.
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After we disbanded after an attack of bothersome flies, I went inside and had another Orange Crush and spoke with the chef, whose name is also Andy. I asked how hot his pizza oven ran and he said mostly around 400. I talked to him about dough and my oven that goes to 1000. He said he gets his dough from a professional dough bakery. I asked if I could bake pizzas in their outside seating area when they are closed, like Mondays or Tuesdays, they said yes. Could I store the oven in their storage area behind the kitchen. Yes, and it will be under surveillance 24/7, so it is a secure location. This is great news. The Shanty is convenient to everyone of the Bad Crowd, and we gather there frequently anyway. Win, win, win.
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The next day was my attempt at fried liver with spinach. It’s a concern of my Dr.’s that I am slightly anemic, probably the result of blood thinners, and he advised me to eat foods rich in iron. Unfortunately I am not one of those who relish having liver for lunch. I ate it and then went to the Shanty for an antidote. The Bad Crowd texted they were headed to Salmon Night at the Legion. After my Orange Crush I bicycled to the Legion. The ladies arrived a while later. I had a merlot and ordered the shrimp basket. It came with fries, I should have specified their excellent onion rings. The others at the table mostly had the salmon special, grilled with mango salsa. They agreed it was very good. I returned to the Shanty and had another Orange Crush.
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The big event this weekend in Crisfield is the Bluegrass Music Festival. It has all the earmarks of a superspreader event. I spent the day following the SailGP event in Chicago. The USA boat did not do well at all. Perhaps they had a control problem. The other event was the US Open golf tournament. It must be a very difficult golf course, many top name golfers missed the cut or were well down the leaderboard after the cut. I had a burger at the Shanty and a couple of Orange Crushes. There was a fireworks show at the city dock which was in good view from the marina.
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The next day was beautiful, cool, almost chilly morning, then windy, not good for bike riding. I decided to work on the galley which was crammed with a lot of stuff. I threw out some things and seasoned the skillet again, boiling water in it, then drying it on high heat, adding olive oil that smoked, shut it down to cool.
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I did have a galley fire due to adding alcohol to the stove and there must have been a flame in there somewhere, lingering, and the alcohol does not hesitate to combust. It was everywhere, fortunately I had the garden hose from the dock spigot available and hosed things down. If I didn’t have that it would have been multiple little fires, wherever alcohol landed, and it causes ignition wherever it lands.
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My younger daughter called me about Father’s Day and we had a nice chat, but it was Saturday and she would be occupied with stuff on Sunday.
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On Sunday I kept resting up, not doing anything strenuous. Recuperating from wrecking my body during the move. Now I was feeling stronger, still sore, still stiff, still pedaling with a pronounced asymmetrical style. I watched the Chicago SailGP event on YouTube, skipping along. The sailing races are short and you can skip ahead, it was well I did, the USA boat did not do well at all. I enjoyed seeing the tactics of boats at around 50-60 km/hr. The I watched the Canadian Grand Prix, the only formula one race I had ever been to, and it was a real nail biter. Ferrari was in second place behind a Red Bull car and the cat and mouse game went on for over 50 laps. I can’t believe I watched the whole thing, but it could have changed dramatically if one of the drivers had a momentary lapse, then the other would capitalize.
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The next day I agreed to drive Cuddily back from her eye appointment, but I actually drove there too. She has trouble with her vision, but one eye is very good. We got to her eye doctor at 3:20 and left at a quarter to 6. Takes a long time, dilating the pupils, etc. I spent my time reading online and saw on notalwaysright.com a story of a blind girl who was working in a shop and a patron was accosting her, you’re not blind, you can’t fool me, your eyes look normal. The girl came down from the ladder she was on and took one of her prosthetic eyes out of its socket and rolled it around on the floor. The patron started shrieking and eventually was taken away by the police.
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We went to Eve’s house with a promise of hanger steak and salad. Teri was there and we had a great time with Eve’s excellent cucumber salad and macaroni salad, and then burgers, must have been made from hanger steak. At the end I gathered up my pizza utensils and ingredients and deposited them at the Shanty in the marina for pizza night tomorrow night. Cuddily drove herself home, independent woman that she is.
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The image is of the Red Shell Shanty where we will make pizzas later today.

Token Male

16 June 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Nice but Thunderstormy
The opening night at the Red Shell Shanty was almost a disaster. My old Bad Crowd was there, but not all at once. They came in in dribs and drabs. The first faction was all into city government, economic advancement programs, and the second faction was my friend Cuddily and her daughter, Cornelia Marie. In the end my kryptonite came in, Eve, the artist. I was buying, but I didn't realize the whole town was going to join me, welcome me, it was not expensive, I was happy to see all of them, mostly, glad to pay the tab and give Jen and the crew a generous tip.
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The next day I found out Eve's vehicle had conked out and I offered to take a look at it. I was not hung over, but I was sore and it will take a few days to get over the aches and pains of moving, driving 9 hours, dealing with a new venue. I transplanted the basil plant, which was by now root bound in its little store plastic planter, into a larger pot with potting soil, watered sufficiently, hope it lives. I mounted a couple of power strips in the cabin, one on the port side, and the other to starboard, and tied them to the pin rails with cable ties. Now I could plug everything in and not search around for power cords.
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I drove up to Eve's house and parked, looked at her vehicle with the hood up, as I recommended. She had a fuel problem, and gasoline needs to be dispersed before it explodes. I could smell no fumes. I went inside and she showed me her litter of Labrador puppies, all black, but one was yellow. They were young and not yet getting around. Mostly they slept, ate, and pooped. Just like human babies.
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We went to get gas after her low tank got me thinking she might be out, but she knows her vehicle, the low fuel light hadn't come on, but we tried anyway. After putting in a gallon and a half the vehicle showed no sign of firing up. She signed up to AAA Plus, which would give her 5 miles of free towing, and her repair shop was about 5 miles away. We went out, checking the mileage, drove to the shop, 4.2 miles, yes, success, then to the grocers, I needed water, she needed some ingredients for another of her gourmet inventions. She texted Cuddily, do you want some grilled chicken, yes, of course. At the checkout I wanted to use my Food Lion rewards program. The cashier gave me incorrect information and I became angry, but we went on to Eve's house.
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I found out that I had achieved a 5 dollar reward, yay. I started a glass of pinot noir and Cuddily drove up in her neat white car. We were outside. Eve had a chicken grilling along with seasoned potatoes. She was also making a salad. I played ball with Kahlo, the lab mother. She was thin and obviously nursing her babies, but she wanted to play. We played for a while and then I said, "Last one", at which point she should relent, but no, she was eager for more. Eve said, watch this, and said last one, and threw the ball, Kahlo got it. Eve said put it away and Kahlo mounted the steps into the house with the ball and dropped it inside. Impressive.
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I received more counseling. They said they were delighted that I had found someone and now were sad that I was alone. I was not sad. I'm glad to have friends who are comfortable with me, like sisters, motherly advisors, and mostly great cooks, what's not to like. We ate well and drank well. Then we had strawberry shortcake. We all had seconds of that. The sun was setting and we disbanded.
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I drove to the marina which is less than a mile. The gate was open because the bistro was open. I was ready to rest up and heal my body with sleep. I awoke to a light rain which had a calming effect. It was Sunday, so I had 3 crossword puzzles to solve, Wordle, but I used the pattern of raindrops to drop off to sleep some more. I eventually made coffee with the alcohol stove without blowing anything up and had my usual ham and cheese omelet on sourdough bread, this time. There was a lull in the rain and I used that opportunity to visit the men's room on land and it began raining before I got back, but then it really poured. There was thunder, lightning, strong winds, like a gale in the marina.
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Eve texted me am I OK. I outlined my situation. I'm glad to rest my back and do puzzles. I had to unpack more stuff from the rental car, but not in a thunderstorm. Later it cleared up, but I was slow to do anything. I was lazy. I brought a cart from the car with tools. I wanted to separate my expensive potable water hose from the old marina water spigot that it was corroded to. No success. I received a text from Pamela in Canada. She was still in turmoil over her husband's death. She sent some garbled text and photos of her cottage, full of her art. It was shocking to see so much art crammed on the walls and surfaces. She carved wood, painted, made objects out of driftwood and doo-dads. I said an artist is identified as someone who creates and has to get rid of it to make room for more. She sent me more. I said Webb said an artist has to go out to the edges and report back. She sent me more. Let it out lady, get it off your chest. It would be a good opportunity to use her angst to make more art.
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Unexpectedly Eloisa texted when I tried to send her a video of Kahlo's puppies. She is home where she lived for a long time in South Florida, with friends she has known for a long time. Then Eve wanted to know if I wanted to go to the Legion, which I haven't been back to yet. I begged off, I was recuperating, maybe I would go out there later. I was in sufficient physical pain to take it easy. Cuddily texted she was joining Eve and Teri at the Legion. Was I making a mistake to pass this up. I don't want them to try to sooth me, well yes, go ahead, it's going to be a long summer with a lot of work to do, but let's not burn the candle at four ends just yet.
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The weather here is wonderful in great contrast to the humidity down in St. Marys. It will get bad here too, eventually. My schedule is, Dr. visit tomorrow, Tuesday last day of unpacking the car, then Wednesday return the car. Then it's bicycle or buy gas for my vehicle benefactors.
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I liked and sent to Webb a YouTube video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LH0-WXUFY2k
He really liked it, but maybe he was just being polite, what do you think?
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I had hooked up two multiple outlet plugs and cable tied them to the pin rails that surround the shelves on the Catalina 30. I plugged in the SONY boom box radio and set it to WBYC, the local low powered radio station that also streams on line. I recommend it, unless they are playing something you don't like, but bear up, they will play something you do like shortly. It's a crazy playlist. I can't always take it, but I have it on now and I'm happy.
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I left in the morning with sufficient time to make my Dr.'s appointment with an hour to spare. It's Monday and the morning rush hour can be jammed with weekenders returning from Ocean City over the bridge, backing up traffic with long delays. Today, however, traffic was very sparse and moving fast. When we got North of Easton things started to jam up a bit, but we kept moving at a good pace. I crossed the bridge to Annapolis with an hour to spare. I knew these roads and used a short cut to get on 10N, take the Rt2N exit, do a U'ey and visit Harbor Freight for a couple of tools to work on the seized hose back at the marina. I stopped for fuel at $4.98.9 and bought 20 bucks worth. I continued on to my Dr. and they took me in right away, I had dawdled enough to be just 5 minutes early. My numbers were good except for a little anemia, which happens from time to time.
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When I came across the bridge into Annapolis the traffic in the other direction was jammed well back, more than 2 miles. Now I was headed in that direction less than two hours later. No jam up, we are in heavy traffic, but it is moving well. I had already replied to Eve that I would be interested in her ravioli in pumpkin sauce. I had said I would be there 6ish. That was me adding a half hour to the normal driving time. I thought I should send her another text that 5ish would be more like it, but I won't use the cell phone while driving, not even hands free.
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There was a sign that said all lanes were blocked South of some cross route. A truck immediately bore off down a side road. I wondered if I should have done the same. At some point traffic slowed and then crawled single file to another side road. The state patrol was very efficient in herding us down a narrow country lane, cars, trucks, big trucks, one with "Wide Load", I pity anyone coming from the other direction. Now it looks like I will be closer to 6 in Crisfield.
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I stopped at my favorite wine store where 5 liter boxes of Almaden Cabernet are around 18 dollars, but I chose Woodbridge Pinot Noir in 3 liter boxes for the same price. The rest of the ride down was punctuated by emergency vehicles and police vehicles with lights flashing at intersections with crowds of people and lots of flags. This was happening at multiple locations all the way down Rt50 and 13. Some had fire truck ladders extended up forming an arch over the road with a huge American flag suspended between them. I found out later that tomorrow will be Flag Day. Why all the fuss today?
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I arrived at Eve's house. She had invited Cuddily again. We ate in the dining room. It was Florentine Ravioli with a pumpkin sauce and a salad. There were toasted sourdough baguette slices that sopped up the pumpkin sauce. Mmm, good. Cornelia Marie arrived and afterwards I visited her and wonder dog Nori at her house. How come you haven't put up the dining room moldings yet, I joked. She gave me a bunch of mail that I will need to change the address on my license. I had more wine. Later I found I had parked the rental at the dock with the doors locked and the front windows down. Apparently I walked the dock to SUNSPLASH because the bike was still at the dock.
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The next day I shopped for pizza ingredients and a hose repair kit. Eve needed gas for her lawn mower, so I brought that. I found nice shrimp on sale for $6.99/lb, I bought 3. My Food Lion MVP card got me $5 off today's purchase and the total savings on shrimp was $9. I put the shrimp in Eve's freezer and the pizza perishables in her fridge. I returned to unload the car at the dock and bring cart loads of stuff to SUNSPLASH.
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I had to take a break, not from the heat, but it was so humid, I could only work in spurts. Still I got all of the stuff out of the car, up the dock, and stowed out of the potential rain. I ended up pulling into Eve's yard quite a bit later than I intended. I started the dough as quick as I could, then set up the oven and propane tank, neither light weights. I sat with her and drank more pinot noir. She had had a rough day too, I had got her gas to continue mowing her lawn, and not a self propelled lawn mower. So we were both really wore out. We had about 45 minutes until I had to start prepping toppings and then lighting the oven.
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Guests arrive, old friends, and the chemistry is no mystery. Wonderful to be with these people. I was baking the pies, I only made two, and the ladies made a couple more. Some came out to find out if I was coming in, but I had a job to do with the grill and I don't mind thinking by myself with my thoughts sometimes. I finally went in with the last pie and they seemed to be waiting for it, it was consumed. I thought Cornelia Marie made it, but it was the other ladies, working together, and it was a very very good pie.
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I know I will be in trouble tomorrow, lugging the pizza oven around, the full propane tank, the doctor said to not take so much ibuprofen, well, I will cut it down to 2 tablets and see how that works
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I did awake in pain and with a lack of desire or energy to somehow get up and make coffee. But I did. Just make coffee, cold pizza for breakfast, do the crossword puzzle, uh oh, got to go to the mens room over on the dock. No rain, beautiful day. Bike's in high gear, have to fix that. I move a few things around.
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I end up ordering my annual regimen of prescriptions, mostly for blood pressure and cholesterol. I order from an online pharmacy, saves money, but you have to wait. Sometimes pharmaceuticals can come from Mauritius, an island in the Indian Ocean. That would take about 7 weeks. But the prices are good.
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I'm supposed to have 5 prescriptions, and I do, but two are identical. I figure out that they double printed one and left out another. I called them and the doctor is out on vacation for 3 weeks. I decided to order the 4 and sent copies of the prescriptions as email attachments. This has always worked before.
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I got a very nice lady on the phone from the pharmacy and I had an inkling suspicion that she might not have it all completely together. We had to run through the order and because I have ordered the same stuff over and over again, I knew something was wrong. But, we got to he end of the ordering process and I gave her a check number from my bank.
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When I had backed out of that order I noticed an email from my Dr.'s office. It was the missing prescription. I forwarded that to the pharmacy and called them.
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I ended up on the line with a very competent person. They redid my order after a long delay on hold. I had been on the phone a total of 2 hours including calling back.
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In the course of the afternoon I had had a small steak and tomato sandwich on sourdough with black pepper and mayo. I also had just a tomato sandwich on a slice folded in half.
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I know I did a couple of chores. One was putting oil on the front derailleur and then trying to get it to get out of top gear and into the middle chain ring. It seemed to work and I went around to the city dock, my usual route, but I'm not myself these days, sore hip, sore butt, my pedaling style was very asymmetrical. Back on board I was resting my soreness when Cuddily texted, at the Legion are you coming over? Yeah, get my ass back on the bleeping bike.
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The ride to the legion was good for me, I could feel my tight muscles finally let up a bit, usually that means tremendous pain tomorrow, but for now I could ride the bike in style, strong, over the grass by the legion, who is that old dude struggling along on a bike?
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They were gathered at one table and not everyone greeted me like I should be greeted, their token male. I had to go inside to get a drink of merlot. They really fill the wine glasses here. Outside I was involved with 2 or 3 conversations while Cuddily was talking to me in her low voice, but I could see her lips moving. We ended up having to get close to hear each other. She always wants to right the wrongs that afflict any one else, and she is good at bolstering spirits, or giving a quick joke with that glint in her eye. Her friend Teri is very quick and the two of them are a gas. We ended up with two identical cheese burgers, apportioned appropriately, but only one order of onion rings came along. Eve stormed into the Legion and soon we had another batch of onion rings out on the table. I put my tab on Cuddily's and then paid for the both. $34 dollars, geesh. I don't think they know how to add. What a nice evening, I was on my way to go just as the sun set, but, Cornelia Marie arrived just as I was getting on my bike to pedal off into the twilight. She didn't have Nori, the wonder dog, with her, and she was wearing a beautiful dress with white and blue patterns.
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We ordered a couple drinks. It was the late dusk light of the day. I wanted to take a photo of the sunset, it was iconic, a red almost setting sun to the left and a rectangle of cirrus patterns, all gold, to the right. I must have left my phone on the boat. Dang.
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We had to leave after only one drink together, but it was getting dark, time for me to bike back to the marina and CM to tend to Nori at home.
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You have to measure your friends, tick off any of these: came to help in the middle of the night; came to help in a police jurisdiction, came to help and had to leave dinner, didn't come to help cause they knew I could handle it, wrong. It's that there's some wry humor somewhere behind all the years and circumstances, you almost don't have to talk to understand each other, but you often get it wrong and learn. And grow. I like to think I am happy to be able to feel emotions, but that opens up a lot of doors to the soul. We fight to remain whole and in control of ourselves. You can choose to do that or let your heart free, let the heart heart.
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That doesn't proofread well, but please go on bro':
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It's like I'm building on last year, like the interceding 6 months didn't exist, but for me they did, and I'm not the same as last year. I know I have to get more of the boat project done, if only to prove to the naysayers I can still sail.
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The image is of the last pizza pie made by the ladies of the Arts Council.

Crisfield, Tired Love

10 June 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Beautiful Weather
When the heat and humidity drop a bit, after sunset, the mosquitoes come out of hiding, in swarms, there is no relief here. The interior of the boat is still hot and humid, even in the evening. I continue packing the car and feel a pop in my, don’t laugh now, my ass. It is on the left side while on the right I have a sore hip. As a result I sleep a total of 3 hours and when I awake I am sore all over. No way I can get back to sleep. I might as well set off to Crisfield.
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I make coffee and eat leftover pizza slices, play wordle, and stow a few more things in the car. Then I trice up the swimming ladder and head on down the highway. The Jetta rental has the normal modern car electronics showing gas mileage, etc. It said it was 52 miles since the tank was filled up, in other words, the full tank of gas had already dispensed 52 miles worth of gas. Ripped off again.
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It was 4:30 AM and the roads were of course empty, mostly, and I headed on Colerain Road which turns into the Laurel Island Parkway, not the fastest roads to I-95, but the shortest route. We flew up I-95 exactly 10 over the limit. The exits for Savannah came by right away. The trip was 700 miles, so I figured out the ¼ point, the 1/3 point, and so on. The 700 miles and 11 plus hours were too hard to think about when I was just starting out and already tired with so little sleep.
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I had topped up on fuel in St. Marys where it was 4.39.9/gal. According to the computer we were getting 47.7 mpg. Not bad at 80 mph. I kept trying to stay awake as the sunrise took place. Traffic was getting heavier, but no jams, no slowdowns. I drove professionally as I have been taught now, with a few Andy tricks thrown in here and there. Someone comes barreling up behind me and I tap the brakes to stop the cruise control, and as the car slows a bit, pull off to the right behind the slower car I was passing, allow the barreler to go by, but I’ve already hit resume on the cruise and pull out behind him and allow him to barrel up the road to get the speeding ticket. My average was coming in at around 73 miles an hour including all the 45 zone earlier stuff.
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I knew I should get gas in Georgia, because the governor rescinded the fuel tax, making it one of the states with lowest fuel costs. When I got up past Savannah I saw 4.19,9 and 4.21.9, but unfortunately I was past those exits before I could take advantage. South Carolina is said to have lower prices than North Carolina, but all I saw was pries around 4.50, then into North Carolina 4.69, 4..79. I needed to stop for a rest stop and also to get brunch. I saw 4.32 and immediately exited, filled the tank, used the rest room, got a cup of coffee in return, but they didn’t have any quick food, so I got a McEgg and Sausage. I was hungry. When we got to Virginia I took RT58 at Emporia and the gas prices were 4.89 and such. The route from Emporia to Virginia Beach is a little over an hour but complicated with construction and confusing exits for RT13 North, which goes over the Bay Bridge Tunnel. There was a sign to take exit 282, so I bided my time through construction, rush hour, merging drivers who were ignorant and rude. I drove intelligently and ended up going onto the Bridge Tunnel without getting hit with one of the Norfolk automatic tolls, I think. The approach to the Bridge Tunnel was beautiful with beaches, ocean, and vessels, the sea. On the other side I was glad to visit the visitor’s center for a pit stop and a painful walk to loosen up both my hips and whatever.
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It took 2 more hours to get to Crisfield but it felt like more. Lots of speed traps and traffic lights on RT13. When I got into town I went to the Food Lion and purchased breakfast ingredients, eggs, ham, bread, cheese, and also steak and 50/50 salad mix, whatever that is. At the marina I checked in and let them know I had a black Jetta with Massachusetts plates over on K dock. I got change in quarters for 5 dollars and headed to the laundry room. It’s 1.25 per wash or dry, so I could do 2 loads. They needed it. I texted selected members of the Bad Crowd and said I wouldn’t be out tonight, but tomorrow, at the Shanty, I will enjoy an Orange Crush or two.
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I found the bilge was full of water right up to the engine mounts. That might explain the high electric bill every month. I tried the bilge pump manual switch and didn’t see any activity. Maybe the pump was fouled and had been pumping all winter trying to suck the water out of the bilge. I put groceries in the fridge and there was a sort of chug chug sound, then nothing. Maybe the power strip was bad. I plugged directly into the outlet. Nothing. I had an ice maker, I plugged that in and poured water into it. It began the laborious process of making ice from scratch out of ambient temperature water.
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I had to go fold laundry. I brought a dock cart to the laundry and put the basket of folded clothes into it and went to the Jetta. I looked for the charging cable for the laptop, also some extra laptop batteries. I needed the charging cable for the phone and took it out of the cigarette lighter socket that apparently hadn’t worked the whole time we were driving. I grabbed my meds, and a billion other things and loaded the dock cart up and brought it up the dock to SUNSPLASH. I actually had a laundry bin of clothing and one of everything else. They were both heavy and difficult to wrestle on board. My bad hip was bad and my good hip now had some sort of muscle strain. I had to move slowly. Fortunately I brought along my ibuprofen.
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The fridge didn’t make any noise but I felt inside, it was cold! Yay! The ice maker kept trying to make ice. The laptop was charging and the phone was plugged into it and charging. I put the bilge pump into automatic and after a while I could hear water splashing outside, the pump and switch were working, I just had to be more patient.
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There was a strange smell, then I remembered I was cleaning and seasoning a pan to fry a steak and now the Origo stove had run out of fuel. The pan was charred. I gave it more water which turned mostly to steam and scraped the pan clean with more water. Now season it and we can eat, drink wine, and go to bed. Uh oh, the alcohol is out. When I added the last of it, the stove exploded, but there was not enough alcohol to do much damage. I put the steaks away and had stale crackers from last year and some cheese, and more wine, of course. Doesn’t matter for breakfast, I have to fast for bloodwork. I found another can of alcohol but decided, wisely, not to try to light the stove again.
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I awoke at about 3 in the morning, aching the ache that an old person feels the day after doing too much, it hurts then, but it hurts even more now. I moved slowly. I tried to sleep some more, but was in too much pain. At 7 I called the blood lab. They said they needed a paper copy of the blood order, could not work with a .pdf file from my phone. I emailed the order to myself and waited till 10 to get to the library when it opened to print out the order, then proceed to the lab. Then I realized I needed to wear a mask, so returned to the marina, got a mask, went to the lab and waited for the phlebotomist. It was a long wait. She took me in and was very conversational and when I told her my address, in Crisfield, she said I grew up in that house. Small town.
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I returned to SUNSPASH and filled the alcohol stove correctly, got it going and fried the steak, made a salad while the steak was frying, made coffee while the steak was resting, then dug into a very nice brunch. Cuddily texted me, what are your plans?, I was thinking of going to Pocomoke to get some items from Harbor Freight and swap the empty propane tank at Walmart. Cuddily said she wanted to go to Lowes to look at storm doors. OK, let’s do it.
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I oiled my bike chain and tried it out. The front derailleur needs some attention, but I was able to bike around. My butt and right hip hurt, but did not affect my bike riding. I drove to the townhouses on the water and Cuddily came out. We drove to Pocomoke and we talked. I needed a therapy session with her. She said what if I gave you bad advice. First we went to Harbor Freight where I bought a fuel transfer pump. The cashier asked if I wanted a warranty plan, I said no, I’m replacing the same pump that I bought a year ago, it failed. At Lowe’s we had an excellent sales pitch about storm doors, the kind that you don’t have to change screen and glass, half the glass slides into a recess and the screen is then exposed. Runs around 300 bucks. Cuddily gets what she wants.
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I changed the propane tank at Walmart while continuing our therapy session. Cuddily didn’t want a man trying to rule her life, we’ve lived long enough, we should be able to have some freedom from stress in our last years. I was getting low on gas. I would try to offload SUNSPLASH’s gas that was 6 months old to help fill the rental car, but not till the last day. I dropped her off and said let’s get together at the Shanty later.
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I had purchased a cheap plastic flower pot and a small bag of potting soil and I transplanted the basil plant into it. I watered. I rode the bicycle up to the Shanty and found they wouldn’t open at the usual 4 PM, they would open officially at 5, maybe start serving drinks at 4:30. I biked up through the large marina and back. I took a seat. I was now thirsty. Belinda, a shop owner, and Karen, who once tended one of her shops, arrived and joined me. Drinks came out. This was a business owner and her sidekick. I heard a lot about plans to get Crisfield going from its lethargic collapse. The Subway shop was closed. No new businesses, no new restaurants, and there was a rumor that politicians were trying to shut the city government down due to the budget not passing. Ho hum.
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Cuddily arrived. Belinda’s fiance arrived. Cornelia Marie arrived without the wonder dog Nori. I wanted to talk to her but I am polite, the more aggressive dominated the conversation. Pizza was ordered, but I would not have any of that. I ordered wings with Buffalo sauce. Rubbery chicken skin. The chef would give them more time in the fryer. More Orange Crushes and Grapefruit Crushes, a few Pinot Grigio’s . The wings came out again and I gave a facial sign not visible to the chef, but others knew it was just more of the same.
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Eventually it started breaking up. Cornelia Marie left, Belinda and Karen left. Cuddily and I were left to continue therapy. We were about to leave when Cuddily said, isn’t that Eve? Yes, Eve arrived. My kryptonite. Fortunately I had my therapist on hand. The bar staff came out and I said this is my kryptonite while hugging Eve, two vehicles on a collision course with all gas and no brakes. Eve hugged me more.
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She ordered more drinks and we hung on and talked. There was a rift in the Bad Crowd, but the core was present except for one other person. We begged Eve not to drive. She said I just have to drive up the road, pointing in the wrong direction. Heaven help her. We broke up. I paid the bill with a piece of currency from the Yamaha motor sale. Well spent. Spent.
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I snapped a sunset photo over the marina as I cycled back to K dock. I could not get back on the bike, not because I was drunk, but because my ass was so sore, I couldn’t get my legs onto the pedals without some calamity happening and maybe more injury. I walked it back to the boat and decided to write it up while it was still fresh in my mind.

Last Call, Pizza Night Finale

08 June 2022 | St. Marys, GA
Cap'n Chef Andy | Humid and Hot
One of the problems from the grocery purchase using Instacart was my sliced ham was a slab of ham not thin slices for a sandwich. I wanted to make a grilled ham and cheese sandwich, my days are numbered here and I’m carefully planning meals. Rosie, the mother of the artist, gave me a big block of very sharp cheddar cheese. I sliced a slab of cheese and cut the slab of ham in half and made my sandwich on Sara Lee Artisan bread. The result was an extra thick sandwich consumed with some merlot. Not bad. Very filling.
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Robert purchased the Lehr propane outboard that I had reconditioned and the payment came from the guy he was working for on a huge restoration project, a big wood motor yacht. The guy also purchased my old C&C 24, Trillium, to learn to sail on. I unexpectedly ran into them both and got the fellow’s contact info and sent him a link to my blog when I sailed Trillium down to St. Marys. The link is here: https://www.sailblogs.com/member/kaimusailing/406777
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I reread the whole thing while enjoying a cheap merlot, free cheese from the Jones's, and Ritz crackers that had a strange vanilla flavor to them.
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I was sent a photo of some attractive looking black Labrador pups and their mother, Kahlo, up in Crisfield, waiting for me.
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Now I am counting just a few days until I am driving up RT58 to Virginia Beach, then over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel and on to Crisfield.
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It would be the last Pizza Night in the boatyard and I had no guests, no customers. Chemist Geoff and his chemist wife, Karen, would come. He biked over during the late afternoon and said so. A couple on a motorcycle were on the communal porch, looked like Eastern European, as did the dual purpose motorbike. Rosie Jones, the mother of the artist, linked up with them and strode over to the porch. They were excited about pizza night and examined the oven, well that would be 3 more customers. Don, my boat neighbor here, stopped and said, I guess I don’t have to buy any Domino pizzas. I texted Irene and Robert who I doubted would show up. Irene didn’t reply, Robert replied late that he couldn’t make it. Rosie again came by and said her husband Larry and Irene and the motorbikers were gathered together and left. I expected the group to come to Pizza Night.
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I got things ready as usual and made a pepperoni pie with onion. I had a lot of onion and it goes good on pies, I put it on last so it caramelizes on top of the mozzarella. I made a second pie with the fresh oregano and fresh basil, a margarita pie with onion. The oven was lit and when it was up to temperature I put in the pepperoni pie. Geoff and Karen showed up with two bowls of salad and two kinds of pinot noir. Good. I had about 6 liters of merlot which they began to drink. It now was 5:30 and I expected the rest of the crowd to show up, but they didn’t. The second pie went in. I was not going to make a third pie unit the customers arrived.
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We talked about being from somewhere up North and being in Southern Georgia. Your neighbors are racist and have amassed guns to kill other people. Simple as that. Not an easy feeling. We don’t like guns, they can cause irrevocable killing and damage in a moment that may need a little time to subside. What is alarming to me is the planned attacks to kill other people who the assailant doesn’t even know, personally.
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The five outstanding customers didn’t arrive and when I biked around the yard, the motorbike and the Jones’ auto were gone. I can’t imagine what had happened. While we waited I baked another pie and then the propane tank went out. So I had two empty propane tanks and I’d be throwing out the 4th pizza, just like last week. Geoff and Karen left. I biked a few slices up to Robert who was holed up in his boat. He gets up early and works hard, then he conks out in the evening. He was still up and got some good slices of pie.
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I had an adapter that allowed a small propane tank to fit the propane hose of the oven, which normally is running on a large tank. I searched in the dark for the adapter and found it. I fired the oven up again and made the 4th pie, baked it, then shut it all off. I now had a ton of leftover pizza slices. I will be leaving in a couple days and I will be eating pizza for a couple days.
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The next day Robert said he was having trouble changing his license and registration from North Carolina to Georgia. It will just take a longer time than he anticipated. I spent the day cleaning up the -pizza mess and preparing items for the trip up to Crisfield. Doc of Doc’s Chop Shop agreed to help me sell the Universal diesel motor and also stow it where the bandits can’t steal it.
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I found out the people who didn’t show up for the last Pizza Night were dealing with a brief rain shower and one of them was having heart problems, not due to being in love. I hope they fare well.
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The next day I was taken to the airport by Geoff in his seriously decrepit Hyundai vehicle. It looks like going through a car wash would dismantle it. He says it is mechanically perfect and he drives it all the time. He has a pristine Austin Healey Sprite, a Porsche, and his wife has a serious Miata. They also have a nice white pickup truck. I chuckled that he picked me up in the Hyundai, which was loaded in the back seat with automobile tools. They were not for this vehicle, but for a neighbor who needs work on a busted Miata. He would not take money for gas and I would have jokingly offered him 5 dollars. He said if he broke down on the road, don’t go roaring by with my rental car.
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They gave me a Volkswagen Jetta, and the rate for a one way rental was more than a hundred dollars a day. Geoff said he would have sold me the Hyundai for $400, but his wife said he would be ripping me off.
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When I got to the boatyard Kaimu was blocked in. I couldn’t get near to load the car up with all the tools, clothing, and most of what I now own. They said 20 minutes and they’d clear it away. I left and drove up to Kingsland to Tractor Supply to fill my empty propane tank. They were out of propane. I drove back and parked as close as I could. Don, my new neighbor, said, “Are you taking lessons from the tattoo artist?”, referring to my other neighbor who parks in ways that blocks everybody else out. “When I tell him what you said, he’s gonna tattoo your ass!” You have to stand your ground around here.
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Today would have to be the day where it hits 98 in the shade. I did the 5 minute work and 15 minute cool down, like my doctor ordered, and loaded the car with a lot of clothes destined for the laundry, a few that were clean and wearable, tool boxes, bags of sundry items, but each time I did something I would be soaked with sweat and had to stop. Geoff stopped by on his bicycle and we chatted, but I had to get back to work and he said he would go to Pirate’s Point for a beer with his wife. They normally roar up the road in their red Austin Healey, but when I got there I parked the black Jetta next to the filthy Hyundai. We had a couple beers and I was going to treat them, but they paid and left, just like that. The bartender, who is very sweet, accepted a tip in one dollar bills, and wished me good luck on my travels. She poured a couple of perfect cold Yeunglings on a hot and humid day.
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The temperature and humidity didn’t seem to want to let up. I had loaded or stowed all the stuff outside the boat, but going inside caused instant heat stroke. I had to go back down and rest on the communal porch, soaked with sweat. A glass of merlot hydrated me somewhat. Then back at it, another crack at it, then more sweat, more merlot. I texted Robert, do you want some eggs, cheese, etc., and he said yes, he would return about 8 PM. I expected him to drop by, but when he didn’t I filled a shopping bag full of perishable items and biked up to his boat, where his vehicle was parked, and gave him the cheese, etc., and then had to grab the bike to get out of the way of a truck coming through the yard.
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I biked to the area behind Doc’s Chop Shop to take a photo of a spectacular sunset, then returned to pack away more things, and sweat some more. More sweat and more merlot. I wanted to get as close to completely packed as possible, but not forget any essential items. I wanted to sleep early and leave early in the morning. I had a couple of slices of pizza left for breakfast. I would make coffee, put it in a cup that Eloisa gave me, and get the hell out of here. The image is of the last sunset.
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