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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
About: Sailors in the Baltimore, Annapolis, DC area.
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21 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD

Flame Tree

The day after trying to start the atomic 4 with no good results I ended up going to the grocers. But Eve contacted me and said why don’t I come up to her place and help her with her engine warning light and put away my pizza junk. She would take me to the grocers.

18 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD

Pizza Bluster

I had some nice photos taken of sunset at the American Legion and I tried to take them in series so that I could stitch them together in a couple of panoramas later. I remembered being able to do this with GIMP, the linux photoshop-like program. I searched through the menus and couldn’t find any hint [...]

16 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD

Let's not Save America

Eve and her cousin from Annapolis attended the event in the marina, and I was advised there were 4000 tickets sold. The governor was there and photos will be uploaded to his site. Cousin knows all about Annapolis politics. DNR who runs the marina are headquartered in Annapolis.

13 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD

Superspreader IV

These are hard weeks when I have to prepare to go back to my catamaran, Kaimu, in Georgia, near Fernandina. I will miss my friends up here in Crisfield, but hopefully some of the old crowd in the boatyard in Georgia will be there.

12 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD

Too Much Merlot

I turned on the blower to clear any gasoline fumes prior to attempting to start the Atomic 4 engine, also called the Atomic Bomb. No noise from the blower fan motor. Maybe a fuse. Just did not want to blow myself and a good portion of the marina to hell.

07 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD

All About Eve

It was time to get fresh fuel for the Atomic 4 and start the engine. First the fuel lines have to be primed, then reconnected to the tank. I primed them with a half liter water bottle with its top cut off and a small funnel that fit into the end of the fuel line. It took more fuel than I expected [...]

Flame Tree

21 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Cool Autumn
The day after trying to start the atomic 4 with no good results I ended up going to the grocers. But Eve contacted me and said why don’t I come up to her place and help her with her engine warning light and put away my pizza junk. She would take me to the grocers.
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I biked up after a shower in the marina. I brought a 10mm socket, which I knew she didn’t have in her socket set, and popped the hood on her huge SUV. The procedure was to disconnect both terminals of the battery, hold them together, then wait 5 minutes, then see if the warning light was cleared. It did.
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We went to the grocers for some of my items, then went to the County Liquor Dispensary for Triple Sec, then to Cornelia Marie’s porch for a power cable package and an epoxy hardener package, then back up Cove Street to Eve’s.
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She had a guest and I acquainted with him and his large dog. Eve started a large pot of what was to become a spaghetti sauce. She had pieces of italian sausage sauteing in a soup pot and added the same italian spices I used on the pizzas. I prepped some vegetables, a lot of garlic, some sweet red peppers, onion from her garden, and she sliced mushrooms into the pot.
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I went outside and enjoyed another Labatt’s beer from Canada, but soon switched to Cabernet from Black Box. Guest went inside and mixed the sausage in the pot. He came back and we talked about nothing. I went inside and we poured into the pot two jars of homemade marinara sauce, rinsed out with cabernet, and a pile of minced garlic. A jar of canned tomatoes from Eve’s yard went in. She squeezed them right in front of me. I can’t forget the look on her face. It seemed the sauce was all primed up, but I tasted it and said, balsamic vinegar?
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I sprinkled the sauce with the balsamic vinegar and mixed it up, tasted it, wow, good move. It continued to cook. Outside Cuddily showed up. She was upset. Buster’s sister emailed her about how could she have hurt him so. Obviously the sister heard only one side of the story.
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Diana showed up with her dog. She was going on to an event at the Elks Club, well go ahead, don’t stay here with us, the peons. She stayed a while. Karen arrived with her dog. The dogs got into their own social event, sniffing, running around, the male dogs trying to be the top dog, the females wagging their tails and being happy. The humans organized a wine drink, I had red, most of the others had white.
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It was a day where the winds were low, the low sun illuminated everything as it got lower in the sky. I took a photo of a tree whose bark seemed to be glowing red. Up in the sky the vultures were soaring and swooping down through the trees. I guess we’ll just have to put up with the weather I said.
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The next day I procrastinated. I should be hustle and bustle about starting the engine, but I needed another can of starter spray. Eve texted me about going to Pocomoke to Lowe’s and I replied I wanted to go. I could get my can of starter spray and maybe some other items.
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I didn’t bike to her house, I rode the loop from the marina to the intersection of Ape Hole Road to Ashbury Church, and then into Crisfield, jog at Somerset, down Cove Street to Eve’s house. I was early and stayed outside, resting a bit. She came out after a while, surprised I was there. I was ten minutes early. We got on our way to Pocomoke.
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I had left my shopping list back on the boat, but I tried to reconstruct it, and not having notepaper to write it down, I wrote it in the phone on a memo app. How crazy it is, Pocomoke is about 20 miles away and is the closest Lowe’s to Crisfield. Crazy to drive that far to get a gallon of windshield washer fluid and a pair of safety goggles. We stopped at Vessey Farms to look at apples and squash. We stopped at Sysco, wholesale foods, to buy two Black Boxes of Malbec, a pint of nice looking olive oil, a pound of thin sliced Black Forest ham, and a loaf of bread, not my usual. At Lowe’s I bought a can of starter spray and carburetor cleaner. Eve got her safety goggles and something else. We were getting light headed, no lunch yet, and it was getting late, like 3 or so.
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We stopped at Don’s, an upscale bar and bistro on the main drag. We could eat outside with her dog leashed to a chair. Crushes and burgers. Black and blue burgers with blue cheese and mine with sauteed onions and mushrooms. Two crushes for me. We were sated, sitting overlooking a pond with a fountain with a rainbow generated by the low sun and the fountain’s spray.
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We continued on to Crisfield with our purchases and Eve drove quite quickly, her puppy was missing dinner time. Feed the dog, pour a cabernet, sit in the art studio and listen to obnoxious vehicles drive up and down Cove Street. I returned to the marina as the sun had set and the moonrise was even obscured there where it is usually wide open sky to see it. A haze blocked the horizon.
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The image is of the tree illuminated by the low red rays of the sun.

Pizza Bluster

18 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Strong Cold North Winds
I had some nice photos taken of sunset at the American Legion and I tried to take them in series so that I could stitch them together in a couple of panoramas later. I remembered being able to do this with GIMP, the linux photoshop-like program. I searched through the menus and couldn’t find any hint of panorama capability. Online I found that the feature that I was looking for was called Pandora and is a plug in for the GIMP program. I used package manager to download and install Pandora. I was quickly able to make panoramas, but of the two series of photos I had available, one made a nearly perfect panorama, the other series of shots didn’t line up well at all.
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The individual shots are joined together as separate layers of the panorama image. It is possible to right click on an individual shot and select transform, then select what you want to do with that part of the panorama. You can also use the tools tab at the top of the GIMP screen and the drop down menu will have the transform function, which creates another dropdown menu with all the possible transform actions. I used the move function to line up the layers. I used the rotate function to make the horizons exactly the same. The result is almost perfect.
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There is another anomaly, called vignette. Each camera shot has a lens effect where the center of the shot is brighter than the periphery. When you join shots together it forms bands of light and dark, and in this case we are joining 3 shots together, so you get three bright areas spaced across the panorama and four dark areas corresponding to the edges of the 3 shots. I have to work on how to adjust that.
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It was pizza night again and I had to bike up against the wind to get to Eve’s house where the pizza oven and pizza paraphernalia were. She had guests coming. She prepped some toppings while I continued on my portable laptop that I had brought along. I was still looking at solutions for the vignette problem. I also had started a 1 ½ recipe for pizza dough. We were expecting a lot of people for Pizza Night. Eve’s sister and brother in law were coming as well as Diana, Cuddily, and Karen. There was also a guest and a total of 4 dogs.
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It was chilly and windy, probably 25 knots of wind. I had enough dough for six pies and after the oven came up to temperature I made a pie with prosciutto, sweet red peppers, onion, and mushrooms. I had prepped the mozzarella in slices instead of my usual diced cubes. The rest of the pies were constructed by the dinner guests while I happily baked them. Eve made grapefruit crushes but I went back to glasses of cabernet. The dogs were boldly begging all around the table. We had excellent guacamole made by Karen. In the end we had two whole pies left over which were divided up to be taken home for tomorrow.
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The high winds just kept on blowing. Sunsplash was bouncing around as if at sea and there were whitecaps in the marina. The temperature plummeted down into the 50’s overnight. The image is one of the sunset photos from the Legion.

Let's not Save America

16 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Small Craft Warning
Eve and her cousin from Annapolis attended the event in the marina, and I was advised there were 4000 tickets sold. The governor was there and photos will be uploaded to his site. Cousin knows all about Annapolis politics. DNR who runs the marina are headquartered in Annapolis.
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There were many “Do not let DNR ruin the Manokin” signs around the event. This is an issue I don’t know too much about, but apparently DNR wants to coat the bottom of the Manokin with crushed rock and then oyster shells, and then seed the bottom with oysters. The watermen oppose this and say it will ruin the Manokin. This is a case of “it is broke” and the DNR wants to fix it.
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Eve was headed for the Legion and I texted Cuddily also about the strange stolen package that turned up back on her daughter’s porch. She replied that Buster had come down from Massachusetts and took his boat and trailer. Did not come into her house. She said she would join us at the Legion. I began biking there. I had biked to the house on Cove St. twice, to the city dock once, around the event taking photos, none with the Governor, and up to the grocers and back. Now I was on to the Legion. I flew along. I am getting stronger every day, mostly.
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As I came into the last straightaway into the Legion parking lot I looked for a vehicle with a boat trailer and boat attached. That would be Buster who enjoys a beer with his military compatriots. Not a bad guy, but I was on a recon mission, Cuddily couldn’t come here if he was here. He wasn’t here, Eve’s cousin’s vehicle was. I biked up to the outside deck and they were waving to me. I texted Cuddily, “They’re here, “the coast is clear”.
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The joke is: A couple are going to bed when the phone rings, the wife answers it and says, How the hell do I know, and slams down the phone. Husband says what was that?, she says some woman is asking me if the coast is clear. It’s 200 miles away.
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I order a merlot, of course, and the new item on the menu, Thai chicken spring rolls. We are outside. Eve and her cousin are working political contacts. Eve is drunk. Her cousin must appreciate her just as much as I do and puts up with it. It pains me, maybe I have to be the one to say no, but not today. Cuddily saunters up to join us. I’m glad to see her. Maybe she can relax after her recent sleepless nights.
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A pizza comes out for Eve and her cousin. Her cousin eats normally, but Eve is obviously unwell, she tears at it, eats. I have my spring rolls and offer to Cuddily. She is hungry and eats one. She has a burger coming. That is the special here tonight. Mitchell, the chef, comes over and talks. He is half in the bag. Teri, another great artist, comes from her car, I don’t know how I can recognize her from such a distance, she comes to us on the deck. Eve and cousin leave and I keep an eye on them out into the parking lot. I am concerned. They left a slice of pepperoni pizza which I consume after an appropriate time of consideration.
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Cuddily and Teri are beautiful in conversation. It’s like I’m intruding. We talk about cameras, optics, images, framing, composition, and who is going to get the next wine. Teri lives on one wine, Cuddily is done, I am the only one to go back and get another. I offer to fix Teri’s toilet seat, not that I want to intrude there, but she needs help.
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We leave separately, Cuddily wants to go out through the outside deck steps where she had problems, she had none this time, Teri went out the same way she came in, through the front door. We sort of meet in the parking lot, Cuddily getting into her car and nearby Teri, I say, maybe she doesn’t want to associate with us. Teri laughs. It’s good to get her to laugh. She lost her husband not too long ago. It’s not the same when you lose someone who’s still alive.
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I leave on the bike, I’m not aerodynamic, into the wind I have a greater difficulty than going up a hill, I am wide. But tonight there is no wind. Just the wind I make by driving the bike with my legs. I know the limitation, it’s my lungs, I go for it and fly along. Back at the marina I have to stop at the pedestrian gate and enter the code. I fly along in the marina. Back to the boat.
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The next day I call the post office to see if they know anything about the missing package that showed up mysteriously the next day. The postmaster says it was delivered twice but didn’t know how that could have happened. More later.
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On a whim I took the bike on a short 6 mile jaunt from the marina to Ape Hole Road, then to Ashbury Church, then down Cove Street to the marina. It was a beautiful day without too much wind. In the marina I met with Kai, who sails his homebuilt J. R. Benford ketch. I mentioned that Jack van Ommen had visited the Cove, but I wasn’t aware of it until I looked at his track on line and he had already departed. Kai had seen him leave. Jack is headed to Cape Charles, the town, not the actual cape.
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During the recent crab and clam event an area in the middle of the parking lot was cordoned off with yellow police tape. It turned out the water main had broken and that area was flooded. Water was running into a nearby culvert. The marina had to shut off the water to the entire marina. Fortunately the event had rented porta-johns, so it was possible to take care of business. The marina crew and some city public works people were digging up a large area of the parking lot. I guess the water was springing up in several places. It was hard for them to find the source of the problem.
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This morning I biked around the marina looking for the NRP building and found it over near the Coast Guard station. It must have a separate water main and is designated as the temporary rest rooms while the marina water is shut down. I biked near the site of the big dig and there was a geyser of water, guess they found the leak. A gas powered high volume pump was pumping but the water was still pouring in. They may have attempted a repair and now under pressure it gave way.
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I had had a sleepless night due to aches and soreness from my little bike ride the day before. I felt good but couldn’t sleep until the early morning hours. I felt groggy and it was time to call Sea Mark Marine, the local boatyard to get information about hauling out. Their phone was disconnected. I biked over to the yard and a fellow with a brown dog was walking along. I asked if he knew anything about the boatyard, that I had called and found the phone disconnected. He replied that he did some work in the yard and answered my questions. He gave me the cell number of the owner. I texted the owner and got no reply. Later I called and he answered right away. He gave me the rates and we discussed he needed about a week’s notice before hauling me out. I said I needed to start the engine and make sure it was running OK before I scheduled.
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It was a big night at the Legion, Tuscany Chicken was the special. I had to take a shower first, and not at the marina, but at the Police building over by the Coast Guard. The showers there were not as nice as the marina. The shower was like 10 chimpanzees spitting on you, not very good. Spittle. The hot water didn’t come on until the shower was almost done. But I can’t complain. The shower on Sunsplash is equally bad.
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I endured it and headed back up the docks, it wasn’t nearby, and received some texts as to when I was going to go out to the Legion. I had to run an errand to the wine store first, then I ran into Malcolm whose trawler is right at the area where the digging and water main repair was taking place. Perhaps they had made a repair. On Sunsplash the water line from the dock was dripping, indicating they had turned on the water.
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I biked to the Legion in 8 minutes,, and I wasn’t really trying hard. No headwinds. A glass of merlot on an outside table. A photo of the merlot sent to the Bad Crowd. I sat for a while and enjoyed the intricate clouds up above. Some other patrons out on the deck may have wondered why I had put a few more chairs under my table.
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Cuddily appeared almost by magic, although I could see her townhouse from my seat and checked from time to time, anxious for her arrival. She had a nice blue outfit. We had both had sleepless nights, old people with their aches and pains. Our conversation was interrupted by Eve, and her guest, and then Cornelia Marie arrived with Nori, the wonder dog. The table was filling up. Wine cups were filling up. Diana arrived without her dog. She may have had some wine before she joined us. She sat right next to me. Intoxicating.
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The light was getting good, the sun was setting lower and lower. I went out and took a few shots when it wasn’t even near sunset. Then I took Nori out on her leash to sniff around on her way all the way out on the pier. She sniffed at every seagull splat on the walkway. I finally got her back to the table where CM thanked me for doing what I did. I didn’t need any thanks.
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The food arrived and we all agreed it was spectacular. Mitch had really done it. More wine was drunk, more photos were taken of the elaborate sunset, clouds aflame, then some had to go home, I felt that every person that left had not had my full attention, I wanted so much to enjoy them, and they, as they left, made me want to do it again, maybe I would be able to make up. We had planned another Pizza Night, oh no, yes, again.
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The image is of a political sign implying that I will save America, that won’t happen, I think everything is fine.

Superspreader IV

13 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Perfect Weather
These are hard weeks when I have to prepare to go back to my catamaran, Kaimu, in Georgia, near Fernandina. I will miss my friends up here in Crisfield, but hopefully some of the old crowd in the boatyard in Georgia will be there.
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If you have friends, relatives, children, don’t worry about traveling physically to be with them, they know you, just a good connection via the internet will suffice. Our hearts have been torn by the pandemic, they say depression and anxiety are rampant, I feel it myself. Those of us who are thrown together hunker down and can only do so for so long, we want to shrug it off and resume our former activities, to hell with the pandemic.
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I am bummed, the umbilical electrical cord that I ordered at a discount from eBay was delivered, and we dropped it into a dock cart and then had wine and cheese steaks at the Legion. It was gone when I returned.
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It’s not the financial blow of having someone steal your stuff, it’s the awful idea that someone would do that. I ordered another cord. Done. Malcolm, my friend, who was on security duty helped me narrow the time when the theft occurred down to an hour or so the evening before.
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Eve had given me stuff to take back to my refrigerator, slices of pizza, some toppings, the other night. In the morning I made an omelet. It came out OK, not my usual, but good for camping on a boat.
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Eve and I are all gas and no brakes. Dangerous machines. I kind of know how things will turn out when I get involved with her. The cocktail hour starts early and dinner is always late. I am OK with some friends coming over, she engineers it. She is breaking down my social boundaries. Eve will buy drinks for those who the state troopers are eyeing for DWI.
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It’s hard to get a DWI on a bicycle, but maybe it could happen, I’ve skirted the issue. Will I be killed in a vehicle or on a bicycle. Or on a sailboat.
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Today is Wednesday and it is the annual Crab and Clam Festival which was always held in July, but is postponed to today in October due to the pandemic. The marina is completely full and it holds a lot of cars. Cars are parked outside the marina on all the local streets, on people’s lawns, as far away as the city dock. This would qualify as another superspreader event. September had a surge in covid cases after the festivities of Labor Day and the Hard Crab Derby. Cases had started to fall off and now we are tempting our health fate again. Tickets for today’s event are $60 a head and there must be well over a thousand people here.
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Someone who knows said there were about 2500 people at the event in the marina.
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I had ordered a small amount of epoxy hardener from Raka in Florida and they don’t provide tracking numbers unless you ask, so I went to CM’s house to see if it arrived. There was a package there. It was from the same vendor who sold me the electrical cable that was stolen. My, that’s fast delivery, I just ordered it yesterday. I checked the tracking number and it’s the same package that was stolen from the marina. Curiouser and curiouser.
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The image was taken today at the Crab and Clam Festival.

Too Much Merlot

12 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | overcast, drizzle
I turned on the blower to clear any gasoline fumes prior to attempting to start the Atomic 4 engine, also called the Atomic Bomb. No noise from the blower fan motor. Maybe a fuse. Just did not want to blow myself and a good portion of the marina to hell.
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I am allergic to gasoline. I play games on my phone and on the computer, itching my scalp, must be gasoline, pondering how to proceed. Maybe I’m procrastinating. But I have lived as long as I have by being so.
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The big thing in my life right now is, after so many years, my NFL team, the NY Jets, may have a good quarterback in Zach Wilson. They will play in London at 9:30 am Eastern time on Sunday. I could watch any NFL game at the American Legion, but they are not open at 9:30 AM on Sunday.
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The boater’s lounge where I watched a few football games had been disassembled. I didn’t know why. Malcolm, who works a couple days for the marina, and who lives on a trawler with his lovely wife Nancy, engages me in conversation from time to time. We are the same same age, same involvement with boats. He says another marina worker had started to disassemble the lounge because the TV wasn’t working.
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I thought I might take a stab at it. I’m a retired broadcast engineer. I had been riding my bike down around the city dock, then returned to the boater’s lounge. The TV seemed to be all right, turned on and the screen said there was nothing at HDMI1. An input.
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If I had a remote I could work the TV and confirm the set up and eliminate that as part of the problem. There was no remote. There were buttons on the back of the set, but without my reading glasses I couldn’t see what they were. Retiree.
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It wasn’t too hard to go back to Sunsplash and get my reading glasses and a pen and notepad. I took note of the buttons on the back of the set. Channel up and down, Volume up and down, reset, input, and power.
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I went into the menu function and reset a few of the obvious settings that were off the scale. At some point I thought the TV was functioning normally, but the cable box was sending a signal that resulted in a small image on the TV. I pulled the power plug on the box and restarted it. I had to hit its power button again. Bingo, I had full screen high definition TV. I was elated. I could watch the Jets on Sunday morning.
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It was another grilled tuna night at the Legion. I biked there early and had a merlot, took a picture of it and sent it out. The response was Cuddily arriving by car. Eve, the artist, said she could be there at around 6. Cuddily and I commiserated over glasses of wine. Eve showed up and we ordered our tuna steaks. It was late and we ate in the dark. My tuna, which I ordered plain, medium rare, was overly salted and peppered. The teriyaki sauce was salty, too much soy, and the wasabi was volcanic, explosive. Fortunately the roasted potatoes could absorb a lot of this saltiness and fire. It was a good dinner.
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When we went to the bar to pay our bills, this place has no wait service, Cuddily seemed to be unsteady, paid her bill with cash, and Mitchell the chef quickly came to her rescue and drove her home, nearby on the waterfront, he was back in just a few minutes while I paid my bill.
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I woke up around 9:30 and procrastinated about getting up and about. I had a sudoku challenge kind of game on my phone and I could spend all day on that. I got a text from Eve, the artist, about aligning her chop saw. I had downloaded the user’s manual and it was a tedious procedure.
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I didn’t shower and was going slow. I went to the boaters lounge and watched some of the Maryland Terrapins football game. The Terps. 42-10 at halftime against Ohio State. Yeah, I don’t care about that game either.
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I cycled up Cove Street to Eve’s house and we went into her basement. The chop saw was there. She was afraid to use it, the lower blade guard had exploded, plastic, gone. No guard. Not really a problem unless you shove your hands into the saw. The alignment needed some right angle squares and some allen wrenches. The saw itself had a problem, there is a pivot bearing that can screw everything up if it is not sound. It was kind of sloppy. This is a precision saw and needs the basic elements to stay in place, no play, or else any alignment is going to be compromised.
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The saw probably should have been rebuilt to take any slop out of all of its pivoting actions. I just did the alignments delicately allowing that the saw did have a tendency to fall into a certain place no matter what you asked it to do.
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She had to check in a guest to her AirB&B and came back. I was done with adjustments, let’s cut miter joints. I think we cut 3 miter joints and she reacted to the noise of the saw, the whirring bare blade, with a suggestion that maybe we should go upstairs and have a glass of wine.
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There was a game of throwing the ball with her beautiful black lab bitch Kahlua. Inside in the kitchen we debated to go out to eat or make some food. I didn’t care how I looked. I wasn’t too funky but I had a long sleeved pullover with a hole near my waist, my wallet was on the boat, I needed to wash my hands. She contacted her friends to see what was happening and we decided to have some spaghetti and bolognese sauce. She had canned tomato sauce in her pantry and got two jars out.
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I prepped one red hot pepper. I would have loved to have done more. This woman is a wonder in the kitchen. She knows what to do and does it, get out of her way. I got to try to saute some frozen beef while she attacked a bunch of vegetables for salad. I added some of the ingredients to the meat in the sautee pan, mushrooms, 2 jars of marinara, and continued to try to separate the meat from itself. Garlic that she had prepped went in. Wonderful aroma coming up from the sauce, but let it simmer. Lets go outside and play with the dog some more.
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I didn’t offer to throw the dog’s ball, wet with dog spit, Eve uses an old glove to do it, I can’t stand it, she says. Back inside the water for the pasta is already starting to boil. The pasta goes in, just enough for two. The salad is there as if by magic, she had made two salad bowls and concocted blue cheese dressing in both of them. We are helping each other bring the salads out to the art studio along with utensils, napkins, and our wines.
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I use a fork to try the pasta, it is too al dente, needs another a minute or two. I shred parmesan from a block. The odor from the cheese rises and I form a pile of it. That’s enough. I scoop up pasta from the pot onto my plate and grab a bunch of the shredded parmesan. Mix the hot pasta with the shredded cheese. Takes a while. Get 5 scoops of the bolognese meat sauce and continue mixing. The heat melts the cheese.
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We go out to the rocking chairs in the studio with our plates of pasta. Our wines are already there. The salads are already there. Kahlua is very interested in our food and Eve says no, lay down. Very nice meal.
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Afterwards Eve wanted me to return a mason jar that Nancy and Malcolm had sent up some of their delectable sauerkraut. We had extra bolognese sauce. She put it in the jar. I would take it back to the marina and return the jar and the sauce to them.
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While I was in the boaters lounge earlier, watching an awful Maryland football game, Malcolm stopped in and I could show him how I fixed the TV. He wanted me to fill in for him this winter, if I were staying around, also if I needed extra money, there was part time work in the marina.
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My time in Crisfield is coming to an end in the next few weeks. Can’t ask for a better place for a boater who is out on the water to come to rest and recuperate. Anyplace I go will not have the friendship opportunities that are here. The place that has nothing has a whole lot.
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Cornelia Marie had the pizza oven in her basement and her house was locked up tight. She was spending more time with Wilbur, her tennis partner, and it looked like I might not get the oven back and I wanted to have Pizza Night someday. It all worked out splendidly, CM brought the oven to Eve’s house, we planned pizza night for that night. I had to shower, get picked up by Eve, go get pizza ingredients at the Food Lion, and get some liquor at the drive through liquor store.
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We did the usual, raising dough, having some wine, malbec, it goes well with pizza. I didn’t want to eat in the dark so insisted that we get things going at about 5. Cuddily showed up. Wine. I began making a pie. Eve didn’t want to eat so early. CM and Wilbur showed up with Nori, the wonder dog. The dogs raced around the yard. I closed the gate to keep them in. I finished making a margarita pie and shoved it into the oven. That’ll be our hors d'oeuvre's Eve said.
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I began to realize we all were highly charged personalities with lots of stuff to remonstrate about. We had to take our turns. My pie came out of the oven and I took the first slice, too salty. Edible. CM made a pie and it went in. Eve made a pie and it went in. CM and Wilbur made a pie. It went in. In between we drained the wine bottles and considered the strange weather, clouds from the North, winds blowing things off the table now and then. Dogs pleading for some pizza pie or anything edible. It was not the Bad Crowd that is so raucous, it was a different sort of crowd. I think we all hated to end the evening. There was terrible flooding in Crisfield and on my way back to the marina I was in deep water at times.
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The next day we had to stow away the pizza gear and Eve helped me bring a heavy package to the marina, it was a 30 amp power cable for the boat. I left it in a dock cart and we headed to the Legion for wine and cheesesteak sandwiches. Cuddily joined us and we chatted a while. When I returned to the marina my package was gone. In the morning I checked with the marina hoping they had brought the package to the office as a lost and found item. Malcolm who was working security the evening when the package disappeared said he saw it in the cart at 7:30 but didn’t look at the shipping label or do anything with it. I was on board Sunsplash by 8:30, so we have pinpointed the time, within an hour, when the package was taken. I ordered a replacement.
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The image is of a glass of merlot, incorrectly overpoured by the bartender at the Legion, I won’t correct them.

All About Eve

07 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | beautiful weather
It was time to get fresh fuel for the Atomic 4 and start the engine. First the fuel lines have to be primed, then reconnected to the tank. I primed them with a half liter water bottle with its top cut off and a small funnel that fit into the end of the fuel line. It took more fuel than I expected to fill the line, then I jammed it on the fuel tank spigot and tightened the double hose clamps. I used a Baja filter funnel to pour the gas into the tank.
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I was apprehensive about starting the engine, maybe check things out completely. I remounted the instrument panel including the choke control for the engine. I could start it, but I took a long break. It was sunny with high clouds. I ran a couple errands on the bike. Maybe I could go back to the Legion later, I felt like I could use a talk with Cuddily who lives near the Legion. I sent her a text. No reply. I called Eve. She was making salsa for the ladies to have a dinner at her house. I waited. It was past 5 o’clock. I made a ham and cheese sandwich. This time I toasted the bread right on the grill after spreading olive oil on it. Then I sprinkled Italian spices and garlic powder on the bread. I put ham in the skillet and got it sizzling. I piled cheese on it and turned the grill off, let the concoction melt together. Put it on the bread and I had a grilled cheese and ham sandwich, but assembled, not grilled altogether.
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I had some wine with the sandwich and clouds began filling in, the sunny day became an overcast day. The phone rang and it was Cuddily. I was glad to hear from her. My therapy session could begin. Maybe only 2 hours on the phone. No charge.
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I woke up around 5AM, strangely hungry. Crackers and cheese? Wine? The wine glass was still full from the night. I had a bunch of rolls from the bakery. No crackers. More ham and cheese with wine. I turned on the radio that had been off for a few days. WBYC. I heard a song with the phrase Charlemagne’s Hometown. I googled it. It was James McMurtry. He is the son of Larry McMurtry, prolific novelist and screenwriter. I ended up listening to a set by him and his band on Austin City Limits on YouTube. I hate country music. What a strange morning. The sun hadn’t even come up yet.
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I’m not sure if I went back to sleep. I did ride down to the city dock and back, this time I used roads not the marina back door near the Tawes museum. Maybe I would start the engine now. I procrastinated more. Eve the artist, texted me, what are you doing?, she had also texted that today would be a sauerkraut and pork chop dinner for me. I replied I’m just dawdling. She wanted to go look at plants. I showered and waited for her at the marina front office. We were off to look at plants.
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She reminds me of one of my sisters. I was hungry, maybe we would get lunch and have some orange crushes. She was in an angry mood. I did not want to really get to the bottom of her anger, but I knew I had to do something. I had had some good counseling just the night before, we need help sometimes from friends. A friend is someone who loves you when you aren’t even there. I listened and knew I couldn’t fix her anger. Just don’t be inert. Put out an idea, the anger will kill it, wait, put out another idea. Eve has the patience of a curious cat. We toy with the idea of going to Don’s, the nearby posh watering hole. She has pork chops and sauerkraut stewing in the slow cooker and we have a couple of boxes of Black Box wine in the back of her huge SUV. Just get back to Crisfield.
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I forget about the time. I’m hungry. The food needs to be cooked, the potatoes, the pork chops are probably ready enough. No greens. We sit outside and drink wine. Check on potatoes from time to time. I am barefoot with my aqua socks footwear discarded in her foyer. She wants to show me what she wants to do with her property. I thought you might be selling it, it’s such a chore for you. She is a dynamo but is getting run down, maybe a smaller place, I say she loves this house. It’s too much she says.
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We have to go out on her front enclosed porch where she works at her art and has a lot of pieces there to see, some finished, some in progress. She doesn’t paint like most other artists. Her works take a lot of time as she works the paint, getting things right, getting what she wants. Her cooking is probably not quite the same, maybe similar. When you cook, you can’t go back and recook something that isn’t right. She is a great artist and a great cook.
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We refill our glasses. Outside she tosses a ball to her black lab bitch, Kahlua, who runs around and can grab the ball right out of the air. I get bit by a mosquito. We go back inside. I can’t seem to get her off her angry mood. We have a great dinner fit for a Polack, like me, pork stewed with sauerkraut, and mashed potatoes. Just like mamma used to make, but maybe a bit better, sauerkraut from Nancy on the trawler in the marina, a very different flavor. I ate a second big portion.
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It was just dinner for us two, no one else, I said, tonight’s our night, she said no no, but it was our night together, anger and love, just a sista and a bro, she sent me on my way on my bike, please close the gate, I went down the road to the marina.
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I slept until 10:30 the next morning and felt great. What looks like a rainy weekend looms before us. The image is a sunset shot taken at the Legion a few days ago.
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