Kaimusailing

The drive through the fields going East to Pocomoke was foggy as the sun began breaking the sky with a very nice sunrise. Maybe when I get to Pocomoke I can get a snapshot. I was wary of any deer. I had the cruise control set at 9 over.
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The sunrise kind of stalled out, all dark blue and purple. It was two hours to the bay bridge tunnel. Lots of small towns, lights, and speed limit changes. No traffic. Must be beating the morning rush hour. The early morning rush hour.
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Traffic was a little heavy heading toward route 58 out past Virginia Beach, on the way to Emporium. So far no rush hour (it was Saturday!). Some construction. Keep with the trucks. It began to mist then rain off and on.
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I hadn’t burned much fuel, but had to pee, and so peed and got fuel just outside of Emporium. There I was able to get on 95 South. Traffic flew along with few slowdowns. Rain was coming and going. I had the new phone perfectly connected to this new car. I was able to get ESPN New York through the phone into the cars speakers. Ah, those New York accents.
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I had two incidents with the same FedEx truck, a small box truck, that was dawdling along in the left lane, but when I passed on the right, he swerved into my lane and I had to bail out into the next lane, and one time out over the barrier strip. It could not be a coincidence.
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I arrived through the rain just before dusk in the boatyard and took a look to see if the boat was habitable. I had a call from my Ph.d chemist friends about my trip down and they invited me for some bolognaise pasta and my favorite wine. They wanted a wedge of parmesan, I was going to the grocers for wine anyway. They didn’t have parmesan wedges. I got romano and asagio as well as shaved parmesan.
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I got to their home unshaven, unwashed, uneverything, but they welcomed me in and invited me to eat on their outside porch. I love pasta with bolognaise. Tagliatelle or any of the wide noodles work well. I love it. Kudos to Geoff who made the pasta and sauce.
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I had a nervous sleep on the boat. Unsure. I felt really worn out when I awoke. I was able to go out and get propane and a Subway sandwich, tuna with everything on it except lettuce. I got the propane tank set up with an adapter to refill the little one pound tanks. Back on board I ate half the sandwich for lunch, I was going to save the other half for later, but I ate the whole thing with a glass of pinot noir. I felt weak and tired, sleepy, and I crawled into the bunk. Maybe a nap. Of course there is a phone call interrupting. After the conversation I am no longer sleepy.
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There are football games. I watch some and nap at other times. Later I get hungry and what can I do? Make a tuna sandwich. Call my brother when the Jets game comes on around 8:15. It’s his birthday weekend. He puts the Jets game on, he is in Hawaii. We compare the lag between our two games. The game does not go well for the Jets. I drift off to sleep before the end of the game.
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The next day is shot. I text out that I am toast, wiped. I move a few things, but I feel really shot. I was invited out for dinner, but I made a cheap shrimp and zucchini dish in the skillet. I had plenty of asian spices. I slept well again.
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Now I had to really unpack the car. Put the power tools on board in the forward port locker. There was so much more. Rain was forecast, had to keep hauling and stowing. Geoff the chemist texted he was in the yard. Hey, we’re going down to the Southern River Walk if you’d like to join us. Well, I had to shower first. I made it to their place in time for dinner.
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He poached salmon or sea trout and served it with rice and a ratatouille with a nice wine. We discussed the upcoming Thanksgiving Feast. The format has changed and there will be no roast oyster night. There is a need for extra propane tanks for Geoff’s big outdoor cookers.
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I returned the car to the Jacksonville airport and Komputer Ken gave me a ride back to the boatyard. We lunched at a Chinese buffet, “It’s better than the one in St. Marys”, well, it was.
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The weather had been rainy with an East wind coming off the Gulf Stream, being driven by a tropical depression in South Florida. It seemed to be raining every day, intermittently, with downpours interspersed with overcast clouds rapidly racing across the sky. The weather South of us looked horrible on the wunderground.com radar.
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I was feeling sore and it will take a few days to recuperate. I pumped up the bike’s tires and oiled the chain. Once again I was biking around the boatyard. Loosen up the new prosthetic hip.
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The image is a photo of a replica of Magellan’s flagship, the Nao Trinidad. She came to Crisfield just before I left.