Kaimusailing

Don’t forget Sailgp.com is holding an event in Sydney, Australia in the upcoming week. Because of the time difference it will be taking place in the wee hours of the morning our time and available during the next day on YouTube.
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My sister texted me about the Army-Navy game, of which I hadn’t been keeping up on, so I watched it and Navy, underdogs, won a hard fought game. I celebrated, maybe too much. I slept late as a result but felt great. I felt like I have been fighting off some flu bug. I showered and went shopping for pizza ingredients with Mariola who was still coughing a bit after being sick for about 3 weeks.
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When we returned I was starving and had a bowl of borscht, yes, the bottomless soup cauldron is not empty yet. Just as I was finishing my soup the phone rang and it was Eve, the artist, and Cuddily, mother of an artist, on speaker phone. They were trying to generate some Christmas cheer, enjoying grapefruit crush drinks and stringing Christmas lights at Cuddily’s waterfront home. Eve is my kryptonite and Cuddily is my therapist.
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The news is that a certain painting will be released from a Crisfield art gallery, no one purchased it off the gallery’s wall. Cuddily will get the painting as a Christmas gift, Eve will get a nice cash offering, and I will kill two Christmas gift birds with one paypal stone. Win, win, win.
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The next day was Pizza Night, but chilly, I wondered if the dough would rise properly. Just to walk on the wild side I used yeast from packets, not the bread machine yeast that always works so well. After about 20 minutes I looked at the yeast, water, and honey mixture and the yeast was forming what they call a sponge, a thick foamy mass, great. I prepped the dough as usual. Geoff the chemist arrived and we talked about epoxy.
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Over in the new section of the ever expanding boatyard is MD Mike and his gray Whitby sailboat. This boat has a cored hull, meaning the fiberglass hull has a core of balsa wood, and the fiberglass and balsa were delaminating. This vexing problem is solved simply by stripping off the outer layer of fiberglass, removing the compromised balsa, attaching new core material, can be balsa, but MD Mike wants a foam plastic product, and finally glassing over the core and refinishing that section of the hull. Geoff the chemist knows all about the products that would be used and which resin, etc.
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I biked over to the new section of the yard. Geoff had left quite a while earlier, but I wanted to bike by the gray boat. Lo and behold, Geoff and MD Mike were engaged in a conversation, verbose people, all aspects of this large but simple project were negotiated. I stayed to hear this fascinating dialogue, but eventually I had to leave to prep pizza toppings and mozzarella.
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I had to ferry stuff up to the Breezeway. I fired up the oven at a quarter past five. Rosie, mother of the artist, walked up and said what a great view out the back over the marsh. She would come back when the pizzas were coming out of the oven. I waited 15 minutes and was alarmed, the oven was only up to 200-300 degrees, not the thousand degrees usual. There was a small wrench on the work table the oven was on and I used it to lift the pizza stones to look at the flame beneath. It was burning but a very low flame. I remembered to turn it off, unhook the propane tank, reconnect and restart. Good flame. Wait another 10. Make a pie in the mean time.
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The pizza junkies were arriving, some with beer, some with wine. Make more pies. There was an odd number of odd people and I could observe paired conversations all around me, but I was not in any of them. Just as well. Concentrate on getting the pies out in good shape. They were snapping up the slices and trying not to act like starving marooned shipmates at the same time. In the end there were 2 slices left which I donated to the renter of the Breezeway, his slice of the operation.
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The phone rang and it was my older brother calling from Hawaii, was I OK, why didn’t I call him on Sunday? I explained I was involved with Pizza Night and would call him back. Didn’t I call him Sunday?
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I had to wrap things up. This is when the proprietor flashes the lights on and off, time to close. I returned to Kaimu and called Hawaii. First I checked my phone logs, yes I called yesterday, on Sunday, right on time, and talked for 43 minutes. I called again and we had a gam, Monday Night Football was muted and on in the background.
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I woke up bright and early at about 11:23. Rough Rider Lynn called that she needed me to come to her boat. I needed to put some clothes on, but when I emerged up on deck, I can see her boat from mine, she said, never mind, and she and Helicopter Dave drove off. I made coffee and breakfast. Then I had to clean up from the night before.
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The next day I worked on the beam covers, making them smooth, preparing them for shaping the edges with a router. The router bit was bad and tore up the edge of the first beam cover I ran it on. This was supposed to be the easiest part of building the beam covers. I needed the edges to be rounded so that fiberglass would curve around the edge. I tried shaping the edge with the angle grinder with a flap disk, but that didn’t turn out well. The router bit had messed up because it was old and dull.
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I borrowed Robert’s vehicle and went to the laundromat, then got groceries while the clothes washed, then started them drying and went to Lowe’s for a router bit and sanding disks for Robert. The Bosch router bits were about $40 each, I bought Skil brand, a set of 3 for $26.
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The image is of the last pie out of the oven on Pizza Night. It is an onion, mushroom, pepperoni pizza.