Kaimusailing

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.
25 November 2023 | St. Marys, GA
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17 November 2023 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
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03 October 2023 | Alice B. Tawes, McReady Pavilion, Crisfield, Maryland Eastern Shore
20 September 2023 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
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Recent Blog Posts
25 November 2023 | St. Marys, GA

St Marys Thanksgiving Week

The last two posts represented my accumulated writing while packing a rental car, driving 11 hours South, unpacking, and getting readjusted to the boatyard in St. Marys. It was not convenient to post to the blog during that time.

17 November 2023 | St. Marys, GA

St. Marys Arrival

17 November 2023 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Crisfield Departure

The countdown to departure from Crisfield gets down to a few days. The weekend has passed and after nice dinners and a lot of wine I find myself grilling the last strip steak. The dinner is ridiculously quick and easy. The steak is grilled for 2 ½ minutes a side and while it’s grilling several [...]

03 November 2023 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

The Senior Moment

I needed to repair my garden hose at the boat so I rode the bike up to the hardware store just a little past the grocers. I took it easy, this is the farthest I’ve gone on the bike since the hip surgery. The female hose end cost $2.39 and went into my pocket. I rode back near downtown near the marina [...]

26 October 2023 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Legionaire's Disease

The ride on the rented golf cart took only 20 minutes, but was very enjoyable, both to get out of the marina and get errands done. I now had wine and two packages from TEMU. The total for the TEMU purchase was about fifty bucks. In it I had a nice chef’s knife, a cheap hearing aid, five USB LED [...]

17 October 2023 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Piscetorius

The problems of posting the blog seem to climb to new levels. When I arrived here about 6 months ago I could sometimes use the laptop to post using a USB extension cable and a little remote WiFi antenna. When this method failed to work I would write the blog on the laptop, then bluetooth it to the [...]

The Return of Pizza Night

25 June 2023 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Andy | Clearing
I feel like I am very far from Hawaii, and I am, in fact. Google Maps could not give me driving directions. OpenCPN says something like 4700 miles or so. I depends on how they calculate it. The most direct route would not be how the crow flies, but rather how one of Boring Co.’s drills drills. So I don’t know how far. My conversation with my older brother on the Big Island was calling into a large family gathering. Wow, he sure has a big Father’s Day. But it turned out that he had had another near miss, a mini-stroke that left him close to death. I think without his wife and children present he would not have made it. The hospital discharged him after just a few hours and doubled his dose of blood thinner. He had been unconscious just two days ago and here I was talking to him with no apparent loss of comprehension, he was not impaired. The thin line between life and death is very thin indeed.
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My morning was not the best after consuming most of a magnum of screw top red wine the night before. I did this at the sea scallop dinner. In a James Bond movie, the enemy agent mistakenly had red wine with seafood, and Bond had to kill him later, of course. I should learn better. I had no loss of comprehension, but I was very slow, impaired, giving up on making breakfast. My usual routine didn’t appetize me, I was getting away from the lock step frying of ham and cheese omelet, but now I was playing it by ear or whatever. I took a slice of sourdough bread, now somewhat stale, and cut it in half. I could just crease it with a knife and break it in half. Don’t even have to toast it. Fry it in Irish butter after removing a small circular section from the middle. Flip it and drop and egg, aiming for the middle. Lift with the spatula so the yolk gets embedded in the simmering slice of bread, remove it. Some old ham gets thrown into the little fry pan with more butter and ersatz cheese on top. I’m also making coffee at the same time, being extra careful today, yesterday had a kamikaze fly drop from the skies after I shot it down with a swipe of my walmart fly swatter. It had no sea to crash into, only my morning coffee. Just pour it out. Ugh. Now a cousin fly appeared, oh ho, you’re not going to get into my coffee, not two days in a row. These hangover mornings could be worse, maybe not, the coffee was saved.
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The other half of the stale bread slice gets involved with the ham and cheese. I work it around. I stack up the slices, etc., and it turns out great. Probably not to be achieved again in this lifetime. But it would be better without the grief.
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We had the SailGP weekend come and go and there is nothing to report. Their wind subsided, it was at first almost too strong, then they were sailing these ultrafast foiling catamarans at pedestrian speeds in almost no wind. If you were on a normal sailing boat in those conditions you wouldn’t be moving at all. I think they had speeds like 8km/hr. At the mercy of the winds.
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I’m not sure what to do with the Galaxy S20+ phone camera. I found I could get it into Pro mode, which lets me change all the basic camera settings, but most of the time you want to take a photo right now, no time to mess with the controls. I’d like to turn off Red Eye Reduction and let the camera figure out the rest. The image on the last post had the red reduced, but my editors said it was a good photo, I think it could be much better. So, I’m flirting with Red. Not unusual.
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A message came of calamity about Cuddily’s motor boat, had to be pulled out, full of water, bilge pump not pumping. Cornelia Marie had pulled it out and now it was sitting on its trailer. Cuddily came and picked me up. I had a bucket of tools, but I had never worked on her boat or even been on it before. It is a Triumph 150 Center Console with a Yamaha F60 four stroke outboard.
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She was worried about me getting on her boat. No problem. Now try to work on it. Problem. A certain Italian car I once worked on seemed like the part I needed to get at was the first part in the car, and all the rest built around it, this boat is like that. The bilge pump, which is the suspect part in this case, was inaccessible, down near the transom and under a cover that can’t be removed without first removing the outboard motor (60HP) and a bracket.
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Well, maybe it is just a blown fuse. Where’s the fuse panel? No info on the infonet. I started taking screws out of the control panel after Cuddily said no, don’t do that. One of the local gents ordered me to take off the control panel. These guys come out whenever anyone does anything with any of the boats. Their wives don’t come out. I was careful not to overstep my bounds which I had already overstepped. The panel wouldn’t come out. Maybe the steering wheel was keeping it in, there were two more screws to remove there. What if there were washers and nuts on the other side and they fell off? After the screws came out, the panel wouldn’t release. I guess the wheel had to come off and maybe the fuse panel was behind there. Ugh. Teri drove by on her way to the Legion. Is it that late already?
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I quickly but carefully put all the screws back in, packed things up, returned to the waterfront home to get my phone and get ready to go to the Legion for what turned out to be Taco Tuesday. I was treated to merlot and beef tacos. We left and shopped at the grocers and she dropped me off at the dock in the marina.
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Although I had reviewed the forecast for the upcoming days of rain and thunderstorms, I wasn’t prepared for the gale that was underway the next morning. Gusting to 45 MPH. Sunsplash was rocking and rolling as if in a storm at sea.
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Nevertheless I started my latest concoction, chicken rice and black bean soup. It would be my attempt to steer away from the mexican spicing. When I shopped at the grocers the leeks stopped me in my tracks, beautiful, big, leeks. A package of celery and one of carrots followed. Chicken thighs were on sale at $.99/lb. The package looked big but only cost $3.96.
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The first step was to have the sous chef prep the veggies. The leeks were split lengthwise and rinsed off of sand and grit using the marina water and a garden hose. When sliced up the total was about 5 cups. That is just from 3 leeks. Nice. The celery and carrots provided between 2 and 3 cups each. Perfect.
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The Fagor pressure cooker was rearmed and put into battle. A splash of olive oil and the package of chicken thighs went in and sizzled on the heat. While they sizzled I ground about 2 tsps of black pepper over them and about the same amount of garlic salt. I dusted them with an Italian herb mix. Sizzle. 6 cups of water went in along with a cup of uncooked brown rice and a half cup of uncooked black beans. The pressure cooker lid was assembled with its Chinese silicone seal, Presto safety plug, and Presto pressure weight and screwed down on the cooker. It took a while for it to come up to pressure.
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It did not blow its top this time, but something equally bad, or worse, happened. After about 20 minutes with the pressure weight on I no longer smelled enticing chicken soup aromas, it smelled like burned popcorn. Uh oh. Turn off the heat and when the pressure subsided I found the liquid inside the cooker was a gelatinous mass of beans and rice with a layer of burned rice and beans on the bottom. I removed the cooked chicken onto a platter and scooped out the rice/bean mixture into a pyrex quart pitcher.
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The burned bottom of the cooker was left to soak overnight. The chicken and the rice mixture was put away in the fridge along with the mirepoix. My scheme of pressure cooking the rice and beans backfired badly. From now on I will cook them separately.
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I had an appointment to see the orthopedic surgeon, or at least get my x-rays and initial examination. The clinic was in Berlin near Ocean City. My car service said she could do that. It is an hour one way. On the way back I stopped to get reading glasses from Dollar Tree and also saw a nice stainless steel spatula, perfect for scraping burned rice. The surgeon said “You have a bad hip”.
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Back at the marina I found my bicycle had not just a flat front tire, but a catastrophically destroyed front tire, as if someone had taken a razor to it. It could not have been vandalism, the bike was fine when I parked it out on the dock and in view until I found the bad tire. Just a few minutes. I ordered new tires from Amazon. I think the tire cracked and the tube blew out through the crack. Now I had no way to get around.
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The marina has bikes available. They sit outside in the weather. They let me have one. It is a girl’s frame and the seat is too low, but no amount of cajoling could move the seat higher. I was not happy with it.
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Cornelia Marie texted a request for Pizza Night. I did have the oven here, but otherwise was unprepared. She offered to make the dough and we would bake on the picnic tables near the now out of commission Red Shell Shanty. I had ingredients to make the dough so I offered to do that.
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I made the dough a little differently and it came out very nice indeed. The problem I was having before was the dough would get “strong” the more you worked it, but I needed to get all the flour moisturized, and it took a while to get to that point, thus, the dough would be too heavy. Now I tried this: two cups of flour, yeast, a tablespoon of honey, two cups of water, and whisk it smooth like thick batter. After about a half hour I added 3 more cups of flour, olive oiled my hands, and kneaded the dough smooth. It took about 5 minutes of kneading.
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I headed to the Shanty with my dough and box of wine in a Food Lion semi-permanent shopping bag. The Shanty was now a TV lounge and I watched some NFL network until CM arrived. She and Wilbur set up the oven, rinsed the dust of ages off it and the peel.
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The oven performed well, but we had no pie pans and had to resort to making the pies how everyone else does it. Build the pie on cornmeal, slide the peel under the pie with a quick motion, then deposit the pie right on the pizza stone in the oven. Karate. The crust came out perfectly. CM made the pies, she is the best. All I had to do is consume wine and eat pizza. Cuddily and Teri were there too. I had started my wine very early, like when I was making the dough. I don’t remember all the details of getting the paraphernalia put away, etc.
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The next day I tried the girl’s bike again. The tires will arrive tomorrow. I’m not going anywhere till then. The image is of a mobile in the Shanty.
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