Kaimusailing

I spoke with someone on the phone who had had coronavirus 4 times. His wife is a nurse and I guess you run a risk with health care workers carrying it. I was achy and feeling tired, even when waking in the morning. I'm able to get around, just feel lousy. Take it easy. See how tomorrow turns out.
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The next morning Cornelia Marie dropped off her pressure washer and other tools on the dock next to Sunsplash's slip. I am comatose on board, waking up later. I feel achy and make breakfast. No eggs. Out of water, used dock water to make coffee. Out of bread after making a grilled ham and cheese sandwich on one of those Food Lion "French Rolls", which look like an over sized hot dog bun.
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Maybe I can do a little work, don't overdo it. I swap out the anglegrinder's diamond cut off wheel and put on an aluminum oxide one. I have a whole pack of the oxide wheels and they should be enough to finally cut the old water heater in half. It is not strenuous work, just hold the tool carefully and let the wheel cut the steel. I can cut the equator of the cylindrical water heater or longitudinal and across the ends. The heater is roughly 15 inches tall and 15 inches wide. One oxide wheel makes it up one side and part way across the top. I finished cutting across the top and began cutting across the bottom. I hoped I could open the heater like a clam shell and lift it out of the hatch.
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I would cut for about 5 minutes and then take a break for 15 minutes or so. I was still feeling crappy but better than the day before. The heater wouldn't open like a clam and I had to cut the remaining side. Finally it was apart. The inside was full of nasty slimy stuff. My hands and arms were covered with it as well as blood from small cuts caused by the sharp metal. I went to the marina head to wash my arms and hands.
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I took another break, then loaded the dock cart that CM had used to deliver the tools. This time it was taking the remnants of the heater and some other debris to the dumpster. I had to stop twice on the way for a rest. I felt glad after it was all disposed. There was now a nice storage space in the port cockpit locker and the shelf that held the heater would be a useful shelf for storage.
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I was a mess, covered in aluminum oxide dust and metal fragments. Showered. Pedaled to the grocers for water, bread, and eggs. Felt weak on the way back. Stopped in the boater's air conditioned lounge and gulped down water while watching some NFL football drivel. Continued to Sunsplash and dropped it all off, grabbed my mask, mandatory at the County Liquor Dispensary, and ran to get a box of wine, merlot.
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Cuddily, that's CM's mom's nickname, replied in our conversation about our feelings of sickness. My temperature was 98.6, so probably not the dreaded covid. I was feeling a little better all the while since the time last evening when I was feeling very sick. I was achy, but responded I would bike over to get a tuna sandwich. She was also trying to get rid of some malbec. I rode particularly strident. There was little wind, some humidity, I rode onto the boardwalk dock that surrounded the waterfront homes and stood the bike up at her back steps.
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Her back door was open, but I knocked on the large pane of the sliding glass door and let myself in. It was unlocked. She was fooling around with some iceberg lettuce and a tomato. She got out the old box of malbec from some parties ago. She gave me a 10 percent coupon from the wine store. I like to talk to her about things and our conversations carry on without argument or misunderstanding. I was only there for 2 ½ hours and consumed a perfect tuna sandwich and some guacamole with chips. Only about 156 glasses of malbec. The sun set and the half moon was up high in the sky. She sent me on my way, promising to help her with her flat screen TV someday.
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I felt achy but less sick. I rode all the way down the main street to the city dock, circled around, and fell in line with one of those golf carts that everybody seems to be riding around Crisfield these days. They sped up, I sped up, I will be sore tomorrow for sure. I peeled off at the turnoff for the J. Millard Tawes Museum, sped up onto the sidewalk, through the gate that was still open, into the marina, thankfully. Through the marina at speed to K dock. Up K dock at full speed. Time: 7:30, good, now I can get to the boater's lounge to watch Monday Night Football. Team at large-Baltimore Ravens.
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The Ravens have been very successful. This night they are playing against the Raiders, now of Las Vegas. At first both teams are strong and aggressive and trying to impose their will on the other. By the middle of the second quarter it is the Ravens up by 2 touchdowns. Getting too late for me. Take my blood pressure meds and go to bed.
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The next day I find that the Ravens lost in overtime. The highlight video on YouTube was very entertaining. I feel stiff and achy but without that blah feeling of the last couple of days. I took it easy but got the pressure washer going late afternoon and washed stains on the hull sides where water flows off the decks when it rains.
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I was surprised to find James Wharram's account of the building of his catamaran Tehini on YouTube: https://youtu.be/c6s7C_wTTv8
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He didn't exactly design Kaimu, it was Ernie Sparks who took a set of stock plans for a Wharram Narai MKIV, and basically threw them out, built a model of a larger boat, then started building a 44 foot catamaran to his own design. He hasn't yet sent me anymore information.
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The next day the blahs returned. Blood pressure checks fine. The image is of the water heater, halved, in the dock cart.