Kaimusailing

The question was how long did it take to get to level 84 in Woodoku and I guess about 3 days. The lower levels can go by in just a minute or two, but it gets progressively harder later on.
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Another TEMU order came in including: USB charging station, two ballcaps, and a beekeeper’s hat. Why the hat? My friend Radio Bill had one and used it in the boatyard to keep the no-see-um’s at bay. The cost of the entire order was $13.87.
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The weather was very pleasant. I took a ride to the post office to get a couple stamped envelopes. On the way back I picked up some more pinot noir and chilled bottles of water at the wine shop. I needed to get out, but I needed to take a break, it seemed, every time I did anything. I was able to get up to Woodoku level 84 again. It was late enough I should be thinking about dinner, but I had no appetite. I texted Cuddily that I thought I’d go to the Legion for Taco Tuesday, but I didn’t feel like doing it. Nothing specific. Just a blah feeling. Maybe my cooking was that far off that I was suffering from food poisoning. Or maybe a stomach virus.
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I resigned myself to eat the last portion of the chicken soup which maybe I should have thrown out. I still had leftover wine and drank it. I looked at darkness to the West. I went on deck and gathered my towel, drying on the compass pedestal, and put the companionway slats back in and closed the hatch.
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Boy, I was glad to not be out on a bicycle. The wind came first, then some rain, thunder, lightning, and it persisted for several hours.
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The next day I felt fine, no more blah feeling. I bravely headed to the post office, then to the grocers, then to the Legion. At the grocers I bought hot dogs, Kunzler brand, have never tried them before, potato hot dog buns, sourdough bread, and Irish butter.
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The Legion had grilled chicken sandwich as the daily special and I was able to order it with mozzarella and marinara sauce, almost like chicken parm. The ride back to the marina was not as brutal, not as hot.
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The next day I made my ole mole sauce and cooked a couple hot dogs in it. The temperature outside was 95, feels like 118. The ole mole sauce is my mole concoction but with no additional onion and peppers, the jar of salsa has the onion and jalapeno peppers. I sliced 4 nice cloves of garlic into the sauce. The jar of salsa is chunky medium Food Lion brand, very ordinary. After having two chili dogs, using Kunzler brand beef hot dogs and potato hot dog buns, I was very happy, then later wished to have another. Addictive.
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The leftover sauce went back into the salsa jar and that went into the fridge.
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The next morning was an egg toast with ham and cheese melted on top. It was not breakfast, I was able to schedule it in at lunchtime. The afternoon was melting me, feels like temperature 118. I couldn’t go out in that heat even though I felt like a boat hermit.
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I was sleeping well, maybe almost too well. I texted someone, “May your camel die of thirst”, that’s the way it is. 80 degrees and humid at night. My Galaxy watch says I slept 12 hours. It’s like reverse winter hibernation, find a shady spot and fall into a comatose stupor for the night.
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Once again breakfast was at noon and it was a slice of sourdough fried with an egg in Irish butter. I fixed my pepper grinder but the heat melted my cheese right in the package and I had to reslice it onto the ham in the skillet. Nice noon breakfast.
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I was in great need of hosing off my body and changing out of crusty sweaty clothes. I was invited to an art opening at a gallery. Could I manage it? I was invited to a Taco dinner at Cuddily’s. Margaritas. Jake Asman was doing a show on ESPN New York and I listened while he interviewed Joe Willie Namath, now 80 years old. I dawdled. I finally took a shower and changed into some dry non-sweaty clothing. I went to the wine shop and also bought a mega millions lottery ticket.
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Clouds were threatening from the Northwest. Cornelia Marie came by the marina and gave me a ride to her mom’s house for tacos. It was too windy for me to bike there and maybe a storm would descend upon us.
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We arrived and no one was there. I took photos with my Galaxy out the back on the docks. The clouds were moving rapidly toward the East, but it looked like we might get hit with a big thunderstorm. Cuddily and Teri arrived, but margaritas had already been prepared in an ice cold pitcher. I stubbornly stuck to red wine, pinot noir, a Spanish label, expensive, but nothing is too good for me.
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It’s strange that my chili dogs, perfected almost to beyond perfection, were not welcome at this Mexican evening. I did have a chicken taco and it was good. All the preparation was done methodically and perfectly by the mother and daughter team. They gave me some Frontera merlot after I finished the bottle of the expensive stuff. The storm outside really took off, pouring rain, lighting all around, wind gusts, loud thunder. Glad I wasn’t out on the bike.
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When the weather subsided it was time to leave. What a nice evening. CM dropped me near the marina front gate where my bike was leaning at the pedestrian entrance. I felt a couple drops, could they be from the trees from the wind, no, the storm was starting up again. I biked back to the dock as the rain increased. It’s only water.
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On board I let my benefactors know I made it onboard. I found things disheveled, drawers askew, the storm had really bounced the boat around. Close the hatch. The storm was increasing. I slept well in spite of it.
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The photo was taken near the marina entrance to the West. You can see the famous windmill out there and the menacing cloud that proved to be just what it looked like.