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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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01 March 2024 | St. Marys, GA

D4 Dinghy Alternative Seats

The rain event was more wind than rain, strong winds with gusts up to 44 mph. We drove into town to see what the harbor was like. There was a small sailboat that had dragged anchor and was sitting close to shore. The tide was out. We left and played with Bleu at Notter’s Pond.

23 February 2024 | St. Marys, GA

D4 Inside Seams

Day two of the dinghy build started out with me finishing wiring the hull bottoms together on the centerline of the bottom panels. This was much easier than the wiring of the chine edges of the bottom panels and the side panels.

15 February 2024 | St. Marys, GA

D4 Dinghy Day One

A Wharram Pahi 26 had been anchored in the river nearby the boatyard and was hauled out with the travel lift. I went around to look at it and talked to the owner couple. I was surprised that it had been built in Martinique in 1988. The boat is more than 30 years old.

11 February 2024 | St. Marys, GA

D4 Redux

The inflatable (deflatable) dinghy I had bought was deteriorating. It had bottom seams separating. It is a West Marine branded dinghy made out of PVC. HH66 is the adhesive to reattach the seams. A friend had a similar problem and bought the same adhesive. I was waiting to hear from him how it worked [...]

06 February 2024 | St. Marys, GA

The Clincher

We decided to go to Amelia Island for the day, probably to the beach. Our plan to cycle around on the Raleigh 20’s seemed like a bad idea, Bleu can’t keep up with a bicycle for very long and when he quits he quits. So we would walk, where?, Fort Clinch State Park. She has a forever pass for Florida [...]

26 January 2024 | St. Marys, GA

Zen and Bike Maintenance

Eloisa rolled into the boatyard after a long drive down from the mountains. It was getting cold and isolated up there. I had a nasty toothache and we went to Southern River Walk. Bleu, her black American cocker was showing a bit of plumpness. I had had a sandwich and some wine already, so I didn’t [...]

Safe on Board?

11 October 2023 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Cool Weather
All indications were that I would leave the rehab facility but the heavy gears of inertia had to be made to turn. I spent the day discussing my current abilities and received assurances that I was good to go. I was walking without a cane, some stiffness, not as bad as before the surgery. I let any of the staff I met know that I wanted to be discharged. The ideal time would be about an hour before low tide, giving me time to get groceries and get on board SUNSPLASH. The car service said it would have to be before 2PM. Low tide was about 2 hours before then, so the timing would be almost perfect.
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The snag would be from the facility which had already taken my money for two weeks of stay and we were only into day 8, they were obliged to return the fee for the unused days. They couldn’t get their passive aggressive selves to get it done, so I will have to wait an additional day, more cash in their pocket.
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I expected to have to make a new step stool to get on and off the boat when the tides were high. Surely the old one had floated away in the flooding. That one was only a 1 foot high single step. I wanted two steps and a larger base. I began designing.
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A message from the boatyard in Georgia was that the Thanksgiving Feast in St. Marys would be changing its venue due to the demands of the old venue for a sizable cash fee upfront. I think I will like the new venue better, it was my preferred restaurant in St. Marys.
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The next morning I was ragged. Room mate had switched his TV to the same channel as mine, audio just loud enough to keep me from sleeping. I finally fell asleep only to have his morning nurse retinue wake me as they lifted him with their crane, cleaned his bedding, and him, and placed him on his wheel chair, styling his hair, then he was wheeled out. He’s got it made.
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I now could not sleep and continued with my step stool for the dock design. I could make it out of one 10 foot 2X8. Can’t wait.
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We had a loose working schedule of me leaving the facility at 11AM and the car service finishing a customer grocery delivery at about 10AM. Surely the byzantines can’t drag this out too much longer. I shut things down and packed things up. I needed a bath, badly, but just trimmed my whiskers. The byzantine nursing staff continued to bring me water with ice, pills. They brought breakfast. I had the clandestine catsup packets to schmooze onto the scrambled egg-like pile on my plate. The now familiar potato cake, don’t know what it is until you eat it, also got some of the catsup. The pepper packet, which says “break here”, is soggy cardboard and doesn’t break, it just bends. I tore off the end and the pepper came out all at once, putting a little pile of pepper on one spot of the eggs. The remaining object on the plate looks like a nice chocolate fudge brownie, but the meal ticket says “scrapple”. Ugh. It’s a taste that is very hard to get out of the mouth. Breakfast is over. The “coffee” is poured into a reserved styrofoam cup followed by the half pint of 2% milk. The little charge of orange juice is reserved for pill time.
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The pills came and nurse who gets a gold star opened the orange juice and poured it into a plastic cup. Thanks, gulp the pills. News is that my paperwork could be ready by 10:15. I have time to play woodoku on the phone. The wheels keep slowly turning. We go down to the main desk where I ask for a piece of paper that shows the billing, like an invoice or statement. The byzantine receptionist had a look on her face as if I’d asked for some top secret document. I wanted it to try to pry money out of the VA. All my medical expenses were billed to the VA who then submitted them to Medicare. As a result, my costs were very low. Medicare has some strict rules, and when they disallow a payment it is very hard to get them to reconsider. I was hoping that the VA would either resubmit the nursing care bill or cover it themselves. Also I wanted a paper copy of the statement so I could anticipate what my copays would be.
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My car service, Skittlezz, I am not making up a name for her, was on her way. As soon as I could I took the billing statement politely, then left the building. Staff took my two bundles to the awaiting vehicle. I was walking down the entrance ramp, who knows how this will go, and Skittlezz yells up, look he walking! I make it down while my stuff is stowed away. We leave and go to the Food Lion, maybe a half mile away, if that. I go in and shop, not using the electric carts, could be fun, but I’m OK, run through the store. I can buy more now than I would with a little grocery bag on the bike. A case of water, all the breakfast ingredients, pickled herring in sour cream, hey I like that, more Amish hot dogs, bread, sliced ham, although there is ham waiting on board the boat, and some fruit, blueberries and bananas. I can feel the hip joint starting to stiffen up a bit. Not pain as I have known.
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I had spoken with Cuddily just a bit earlier and she said that Eve, now visiting, artist, and her sister had joined them at Don’s, a Pocomoke watering hole with good food and excellent Orange Crushes. Well, Eve’s sister was at the Food Lion and I realized this is not a rare coincidence in Crisfield. Hi and Yeah. “I’ll see you at the Legion”, gotta make some tee shirts. Sell a million, wait, Crisfield, sell maybe 20.
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Eve had left to take Kahlo, her black lab bitch, to the vet and then she would be going on up to Severna Park. Meanwhile I was at Willie’s, the wine shop, drive thru, box of Black Box Pinot Noir.
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Into the marina, over to my dock, Skittlezz loaded my groceries into a dock cart and pushed it up to my slip. The tide was, of course, low, and my wooden footstep was still sitting there on the finger pier, it hadn’t floated away in the flooding last week. The deck was even with the finger pier and I easily stepped on board. Yay! I began the slow process of bringing bags on board. Let’s not overdo it, take your time, pace yourself. I had a banana and a sipped a glass of pinot noir, the first in over a week and a half. Celebrate.
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I had a taste of pickled herring. It looked like weather was coming in from the West, darkness on the horizon. I remembered seeing a rain forecast and went up on deck to grab the last couple of items, the computer bag and my nursing paperwork folder. I sat on the aft edge of the cabin top, right at the main hatch and reached over to the gunwale to grab the bag, then swung it around to my right. I fell, somehow, and got a nasty knock on the back of my head on the way down. I was lying at the base of the companionway steps, a fall of about 6 feet.
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I didn’t feel any particular pain and slowly moved, wiggled, tried to extricate myself so I could get up. It seemed impossible. No hurry. I was able to dislodge the steps and lay them aside giving me enough room to squirm to my hands and knees, then stood up.
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I felt my scalp around the back of my head, no blood, no knot or bump. Boy, was I lucky. I could have broken my neck, wrecked my hip implant, broken arm or leg, but I seemed fine. I was aware that shock can give a victim a false sense of well being. There was a red stain on the lower hem of my shirt and I cautiously examined my incision area. It was not blood, it was red wine. I noticed the red wine was spewed around the cabin. I wiped it up with a paper towel. The wine glass was empty and its lid was missing. I poured the glass again and put a plastic jar lid on top. The cover keeps gnats out of the wine. They seem to come out of nowhere whenever I pour a glass.
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My plastic bottle of benadryl was crushed and I realized that’s what my head hit on the way down. It was sitting on the corner of the galley counter. That explained why I was relatively unhurt. If that bottle wasn’t there I shudder to contemplate what might have happened.
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Unfortunately I had left a small bag of ham on the counter a week and a half ago and it was open. It was horribly rotten and flyblown. I trashed it and securely tied up the trash bag. Yuck.
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I was watching the height of SUNSPLASH’s deck above the finger pier as the tide slowly came in. It looked like I would have easy access to the dock except right around high tide. I didn’t have to make a two step foot step, but I might anyway. I brought the dock cart ashore and threw the trash into the dumpster.
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At evening pill time I took my usual blood pressure meds and crestor, but added a baby aspirin per orthopedics. I took my benedryl and two extra strength tylenol. No ibuprofen. I slept well and woke up at around sunrise.
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It was overcast and windy. The tide was high and it looked like I would not be able to leave the boat for a while. Rain is forecast. Might be boatbound for a while. I made my usual ham and cheese omelet on sourdough for breakfast, nice to have my favorite coffee. I had some new ingredients on hand. An example of buying things you know you should eat but not having a proper shopping list of ingredients that go along with them. In this case it was romaine hearts and other salad goodies, and bananas and blueberries.
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The banana will provide magnesium, the blueberries are high on the nutritionist’s list of beneficial berries. They are part of the MIND diet. What was I going to do with them. I thought of fritters. I ran into some crepe recipes thanks to Martha Stewart. I remembered when I was just a little boy my mom taught me how to make crepes, Polish style, for breakfast. She didn’t have to make us breakfast early in the morning before school. My poor brother had to endure my cooking.
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The romaine hearts would get a different treatment than what I did before. I used to put them in the little fridge where they would take up a lot of room. If I left them out they would wilt and go bad before I could use them up. Now I had an idea to sit them in a plastic bottle bottom with some water. They would then theoretically stay more or less alive while I stripped some outer leaves for salad.
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For my plastic bottle bottoms I used the bottom 4 or 5 inches from Le Bleau litre and a half water bottles. These would not be stable enough to support the lettuce, but I used some old masking tape to tape three bottoms together making a sort of tripod. In went the romaine hearts root end down and some water. We’ll see how this works out.
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The romaine hearts kind of perked up for a while. I used the outer leaves to make a chef salad (of course).
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I made a couple of breakfast items using the blueberries and banana. I remembered how to make crepe batter with one egg, one cup of flour, and one cup of milk. I didn’t have any mild on board, so water would have to do. I didn’t measure the ingredients, the egg was an egg, and the water and flour were added a little here and a little there. The batter had to be as thin as cream. I used it to make a banana/blueberry fritter. I made a plain crepe with the rest of the batter. The fritter had no other ingredients and didn’t need any. Just fry it till it starts to smoke, flip it, and remove when the second side starts to smoke. No need for maple syrup, or any other condiment. Later I fried up the remaining half of the banana in Irish butter and used it as a filling in the remaining crepe. Yum.
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I took it easy the next day and noticed a sore spot on my right upper arm. Also the right rear of my skull was sore, but no bump there. Relics of the fall.
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Tension was building for the upcoming game between the NY Jets and the Denver Broncos. The NY Jet offensive coordinator had been the Broncos head coach last season and was fired from that position. The new head coach called him out as one of the worst coaches ever. He also said the Jets were winning the off season, meaning they were hyped up way beyond reality.
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Now the Jets traveled to Denver and played an ugly game with penalties and clumsy plays. The Broncos were even clumsier and the Jets won by 10 points. We now know who is the worse coach.
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I needed to walk to the wine shop and also do laundry. The wine shop walk is about a half mile in total. I ran one errand a day and maybe that was too much.
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The image is a painting, oil on canvas, by Jodie Ohm Zutt of Australia, named Yellow Posture. It seems appropriate for my current situation. It is available for purchase at saatchiart.com.

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