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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.
01 May 2010 | Bodkin Creek, at the dock
25 April 2010 | Bodkin Creek, Chesapeake Bay, USA
10 February 2010 | At the Dock, Still
10 January 2010 | Chesapeake Bay
17 October 2009 | At the Dock, Still
26 July 2009 | At the dock, still
10 July 2009 | Pleasure Cove
23 June 2009 | Chesapeake Bay
14 June 2009 | Bodkin Creek
03 June 2009 | Pleasure Cove
27 May 2009 | Pleasure Cove
08 May 2009 | pleasure cove, md
06 May 2009 | Chesapeake Bay
22 March 2009 | Bodkin Creek, MD
Recent Blog Posts
07 October 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Missing in Action

I had trouble recently but it was trouble from afar, but it seems it is coming as news to me from all over the place, I have to wonder if I am immune from the troubles. The Troubles refers to the wars in Ireland and the continuing conflict in their society between the royal crown and the people, between [...]

25 September 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Can You Spot the Typo?

The days of Autumn are wonderful on the Chesapeake, but in Crisfield it seems like the world has better things to do than visit here, the streets are almost empty, I ride through the intersections on my bike like I'm alone in a ghost town. I still have pain in my hip and lower back, but my stamina is [...]

19 September 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Winners and Winners

I have to say something about the Russian incursion into Ukraine and the resilience that has thrown them back somewhat. I have both Polish and Ukraine ancestry and the Ukraine portion was Ukraine Cossack. What that means is they were mercenaries who were hired to keep the raiders from the steppes at [...]

13 September 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Wordily

I awoke promptly at about 10 AM and wished for more sleep. I ended up not frying an omelet for breakfast but having a ham and cheese sandwich on sourdough bread for lunch. The lunar tide was high and I had difficulty getting off the boat with my soreness from the recent overboard incident. After returning [...]

09 September 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Capitanski Overboard

Eve texted me that she needed help with her kitchen light. I was taking it easy after the ravages of Labor Day weekend. I biked to the wine store, then up to her house. I didn’t bring any electrical tools, I remembered she had most of the things she’d need.

06 September 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Crisfield Crab Festival

The jet lag takes a while for me to overcome. It starts out waking at 2PM yet feeling lousy, like you want to get a lot more sleep. But the early day lethargy turns into nighttime energy. I’m not falling asleep when I should and I close out the bistro two days in a row. I spend a couple days just [...]

Missing in Action

07 October 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Remnants of Hurricane Ian
I had trouble recently but it was trouble from afar, but it seems it is coming as news to me from all over the place, I have to wonder if I am immune from the troubles. The Troubles refers to the wars in Ireland and the continuing conflict in their society between the royal crown and the people, between churches, the real trouble with people, a strange dichotomy, humans are driven to give and help each other, and yet seem driven to conflict with each other.
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It is not easy to write this stuff, as you well may read.
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Sometimes one can be grateful, there I spelled it right, to live a life full of love and adventure, but that means heartaches, and disasters, adventures seem to be always disasters, but interesting enough for a blog.
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But I digress. I started out with the Troubles and wanted to say something about singer Delores O’Riordan. She could sing before she could talk. Raised strict Catholic, she sang in church, and one day her schoolteacher stood her on the desk at the front of the class and asked her to sing to the class. She was in demand and ended up as the lead singer of the Cranberries. She has many vocal gifts. She can yodel in the middle of the song or have dramatic pauses and here she does what Justin Hayward does, he says a syllable over twice, like Tuesday, ah, afternoon. Tragically Delores drowned in her bathtub one night, passed out from drink.
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Glad I got that one out of the way. We have been having phenomenal gourmet meals from Eve the artist, and the culinary artist. Sometimes it is uncomfortable being around a creative genius when they are in action. You can’t help. They are displaying themselves while you watch them mince garlic, taste something, you can’t help.
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The aftermath of Ian, here in Crisfield, is days of chilly raw rainy weather. I joked to others on my dock, how much snow are we getting? The wind has been out of the North with gusts to 40mph. SUNSPLASH bounces and rocks and rolls like she was in a gale offshore. I did not want to go out in the wind and check the lines, but I did out of fear.
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Here’s Roughrider Lynn’s Amish Zucchini Relish recipe:
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Zucchini Relish
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10 cups zucchini, ground
4 onions, ground
5 tbsp salt
4 cups white sugar
2 ½ cups vinegar
1 tsp nutmeg
1 tsp dry mustard
2 tsp celery seed
1 tbsp cornstarch
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Remove seeds and peel zucchini. Add onions and salt. Let stand overnight. Drain and add warm water. Drain again, then add rest of ingredients. Boil together 20 minutes stirring often. Put in jars and seal. Makes around 6 pints.
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At Eve’s we had a tray of breaded veal and breaded eggplant smothered in her homemade tomato sauce with 3 kinds of cheese. I was allowed to prep the mozzarella, cutting it into thin slices. Into the oven the tray went to be baked at moderate heat for a while. It was the best meal in town, I am sure.
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For those who are not enthusiastic about NFL football, you can skip the next part. A while back I wanted to see the Hawaiian quarterback Tua T. (his last name is no more difficult to spell than mine, but I’ll pass this time.) play and he put on a show with a huge upset win over the Baltimore Ravens. On the same day the NY Jets came from behind in the last 90 seconds to score and beat the Browns by one point. That drove the Browns fans crazy. Now in this past weekend Tua was injured by a concussion, very serious looking, and his backup, Teddy Bridgewater tried to bring a victory over the Cincinnati Bengals, who had just beaten the Jets. The Bengals won over the Dolphins and now the Dolphins will face the Jets at home in NY. Meanwhile the Jets went to the Pittsburgh Steelers who were unbeaten at home against the Jets over the last dozen games or so. Enter, or reenter, Zach Wilson, Jets second year quarterback who was out with a knee injury, and he looked very rusty. It looked like the same old Jets squandering their chances, shooting in the foot, etc. In the 4th quarter Wilson came alive and had a near perfect QB rating and rallied the Jets to the win, 24-20.
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The question now is can the Jets win at home against a good Dolphins team, but a team without its star quarterback. The Bengals and Jets are comparable teams with some of the same good and bad characteristics. Poor offensive line, talented young quarterback who can make up for that, defense that is OK, and the Bengals just beat the Dolphins. Can the Jets do the same? They are now 2-2 and the Dolphins are 3-1, could they both be 3-2 after next weekend? They are in the same division and would be tied in first or second place.
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OK, enough of that. We are in a 6 day nonstop gale that has resulted from Hurricane Ian remnants hanging just off our coast, pumping North winds and rain onto us. Very chilly on board, too windy and rainy to bike around town. I am hibernating on my boat like a bear, or a hermit.
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Finally the weather pattern broke and we had a gorgeous day, coinciding with Thursday night at the Legion, Quesadilla Night. I had been without wine during the week, it was too nasty to go to the wine store. Also my sustenance had depleted to just 4 dabs of cheese and 6 eggs. The bread and ham were all gone. There were some emergency crackers, maybe one can of tuna fish left, some peanut butter, I could probably have gone another day, if necessary, but now it was not necessary. I biked to the store and then biked to the wine store. I took a breather after each bike trip. I felt out of shape. I biked to the Legion and had my first wine in a while, and a chicken quesadilla. Cuddily and Teri did the same. I was able to snap a very nice sunset photo.
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I was surprised that I haven’t posted on the blog in a long time. There was about a week of blotto weather where nothing was going to happen.

Can You Spot the Typo?

25 September 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Mild Autumn
The days of Autumn are wonderful on the Chesapeake, but in Crisfield it seems like the world has better things to do than visit here, the streets are almost empty, I ride through the intersections on my bike like I'm alone in a ghost town. I still have pain in my hip and lower back, but my stamina is improved, my strength, I can ride with the pain and I'm on a sprinter's bike with the big chain gear in front and near the top gear in back. It takes me a long time to get going up to speed, especially against the wind. So now, when I spin up, it's twenty turns on the crank and I count one one thousand, etc., up to twenty, I'm even with the cars, at least the ones that are not speeding in the 30 mph zone. I feel like I'm in pretty good shape for my age.
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I went with Eve to shop, I was going to go on my bike, but if I went with her I could get more water, that was the deciding factor. I got a crate of water bottles and a jar of Coenzyme Q10, the water costing 3.98 and the enzyme 20.98. Eve is like my sister and she is a bother. She is my kryptonite.
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I am probably the same to her. But I shouldn't be. Crisfield is a small town where things get concentrated, coalesced, if I can use those words, it's not an island, but it is remote and prone to flooding, eventually being underwater.
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I could post pictures of empty storefronts, streets almost devoid of cars. And maybe I will do that. Right now I am aboard SUNSPLASH with 35 knot winds hitting us. I was at Eve's all afternoon, helping her, or more likely, getting told not to help her, she insists on doing it herself, such as I do, two locomotives with the gas pedals down to the metal, and no brakes. I play with her dog who likes to play. Then cars pull up and I caution the dog to stay out of the way. Friends for dinner, friends bringing wine and good cheer.
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So it was a steak and salad dinner with corn on the cob grilled with butter and spices, and friends that overwhelm me, and Eve, chugging away like she always does, don't take her for granted, nor anyone else. Such a simple great evening.
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The weather was a problem, a front coming through, winds warned as gale force, and they came. In the marina I was feeling like I was tossed at sea. I spent time with locals about this wind, it seems like bad weather gets people down to the nitty gritty and they spill their guts, not like sea sickness, but realization that we are vulnerable to nature, and opening up about their dreams and fears.
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I was going nuts on football. I saw that the University of Maryland Terps were going to play the #4 team, Michigan. The terps were two touchdown underdogs. Their quarter back is none other than Talia Tagovailoa, younger brother of Tua who is the Miami Dolphins quarter back. In the first half Talia had his team up 13-10. In the second half it turned around, their opponent, Michigan, intercepted Talia and from there it went further downhill. They did lose by one touchdown, but they beat the spread, as they say.
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The SailGP races for day one were on YouTube and I scrolled through the hour and a half presentation to see the actual racing. One race was ten minutes long, there were 3 races, but I also watched some of the commentary. In the end I was late for dinner at Cuddily's house. I biked over. It seems now I regulate my bike riding by the wind in my ears. If I am going into the wind I go slower, but the sound in my ears is the same. When I am going with the wind I ride much faster and keep that sound of wind the same.

I am often asked, usually while helping someone out in their kitchen, do I cook aboard my yacht. The answer is yes, but I prefer to eat ashore at such exclusive restaurants as The Red Shell Shanty, or the affordably elegant American Legion Hall. When the Shanty closed for the season I was actually depressed. I needed a pick me up meal and I also wanted to cook not from a recipe, just ad lib.
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I had some garden rotini pasta on hand, actually it was on the damp carpet near the galley stove, and I thought it would be a good idea to use it as the basis for my tour de force. Maybe have the pasta with a red clam sauce. Then I remembered I had a half jar of Italian pasta sauce made by Barilla in the fridge. It had been there for quite a while, it was time to use it up.
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The pasta was strange out of the box, dusty, and it looked like mold had attacked it. I soaked it in water and debris floated to the top. I picked out some badly decomposed rotinis and tossed them. Not with sauce, into the trash. I drained the pasta and added the clam juice of a can of baby clams. When I was retrieving the sauce from the fridge I noticed an old can of wild caught salmon, maybe 1/3 full. I grabbed that and added it to the pasta. I was going to add water, but first the pasta sauce. I added water to just cover the pasta. I added a couple cloves of sliced garlic and dusted with fresh ground black pepper.
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The mixture came to a slow boil, eventually, on the alcohol stove when I remembered a bottle of Food Lion cocktail sauce, that should liven the dish up, I added about ½ cup of that. It tasted great. Better than some of the local cuisine. After a while the pasta was done and I added the baby clams. What a treat.
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It was not better the next day. I actually didn't eat it again for a day or two. Eve, the artist, the best cook in town, was out of town, so no good cooking from her. When she came back she balked at my description of the seafood pasta mix. Don't disgust me, she said. Doesn't she know there are many people on the planet who would pay several dinars, or whatever that is, for some of this stuff? To feed their starving children. Maybe this would finish them off. After eating it I had some strange dreams.
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I was feeling better on the bicycle and riding around the marina I noticed workers setting up for the next event in a week or so, the Crab and Clam event. I rode on the city dock and I realized it was the equinox, and I realized other things. This town is going down. Flooding will occur. Someday it will be under water. The ferry destinations will also be underwater. It will become a greater tourist attraction as it sinks.
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I decided not to bring SUNSPLASH down South this Fall, it makes no sense. I will try to bring KAIMU South to the Keys or somewhere in South Florida for the Winter. I'm looking for somewhere safe in case Russia or China attacks with nuclear weapons, but there is probably nowhere safe if that happens. Don't say it won't happen.
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The NFL has what they call parity, a team that is not doing well can draft college players who play for not much money, only ten million or so, so they can spend, within their salary cap for other players.
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Parity is when a team that was at the bottom last year meets a team at the top and knocks them off, that's what parity is. The NFL is all about parity and it has happened everywhere, except at my team, the NY Jets. To evaluate the coaching you have to look at the quality of the players and the quality of the players they're playing against. Parity gets you good players. Nothing gets good coaches except hiring them. And firing the bad coach.
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It seems like this game that I watched, because somehow they played it on local TV in Crisfield, Maryland, unheard of, shouldn't be available, might be a set up by the football gods who condemn Jets fans to purgatory and hell, and might be, paranoically, aimed just at me, the only Jets fan in Crisfield, easy to target. I wonder what else is in store for me.
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In short, parity did not rear its ugly head in this game. The Jets played and there was a lot of good play from the Jets, but it didn't translate. They scored 3 point field goals while the Bengals scored touchdowns. This is another Jets game where you can dissect the plays and see play after play of good football, then, there is some sort of breakdown, a missed block, a dropped pass, a desperate act to break this fatal chain, but the result is a cheering victory for the other team, a first down, a touchdown, the field goal that just makes it through, the Jets lose.
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My life isn't over, even if I over react, I have great friends and nice photo ops, such as this one from the Small Boat Harbor. It's hard to get good light like that. More later.

Winners and Winners

19 September 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Mild Fall Weahter
I have to say something about the Russian incursion into Ukraine and the resilience that has thrown them back somewhat. I have both Polish and Ukraine ancestry and the Ukraine portion was Ukraine Cossack. What that means is they were mercenaries who were hired to keep the raiders from the steppes at bay, and then they were given some land. If you go to YouTube and watch Cossack rodeos you will see that they were fierce horsemen, and in the old days wars were won by cavalry on horseback. "My kingdom for want of a horse." The Cossacks were hired by the Russians as personal army for the Tsar. It is not a good idea to go to their land and assault them. I wish them well in the face of the criminal Russian assault.
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I am not a proponent of military fighting to resolve anything, but we must look into ourselves at what might happen in our own neighborhoods. People are buying guns and arming themselves. There are already killings based on religious and racial differences. The factions are vehemently opposed, our election system might be disregarded by some who won't accept the will of the majority. An ocean going boat that is self sufficient is not a bad idea and boats are very cheap right now.
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The Somers Cove Marina seems almost empty now and the streets of Crisfield are equally quiet. There is an event in a couple of weeks that may cause some activity, the J. M. Tawes Crab and Clam Bake. Tickets are $75 to keep out the riff-raff, like me. If it's an all you can eat affair the ticket price is not unreasonable. I have a note scribbled on recent correspondence, crabs ½ bushel $85. I am happy with a salmon salad sandwich made with 1/3 of $.97 can of salmon. Eve, the artist, is attending the Crab and Clam Bake, she has political clout and will be sitting with those people. My own political clout arrived in a paper ballot request that I mailed out today. I like the idea that I can vote and not have to ride to the polls on a bicycle in the rain.
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The big political contest in Maryland is the governor race. Same in Georgia. Polls indicate the race in Georgia is currently too close to call. It is hard to find data on the Maryland race, but interestingly, the Democratic candidate has raised a lot more money than the Republican and that includes donations from Republicans to the Democrat. In fact, the Republican Senate Caucus donated to the Democratic candidate. The Republican candidate also hasn't been endorsed by the incumbent Republican governor. I am sure more information will rise to the surface, it is now only the dog days of September.
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I had dinner with Helicopter Dave and Roughrider Lynn, my old friends from the boatyard, at Fisherman's Grille. We had been shocked at the prices previously, so this time we scaled back. My burger with sweet corn and two orange crush drinks, with tip, came to $45.
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The next day was the opening of an Arts Council exhibit by members. My forays to the vicinity of the Arts Council Gallery near the city dock included my morning bike ride when I was again hailed as Chris, a certainly different fellow who rides bikes, but I guess any white guy riding a bike is Chris, we all look alike. The second ride was as an unpaid bicycle courier to bring boat survey documents to Tawes Insurance, located near the dock. It is a short ride from the marina.
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Later I sat on a bench seat in front of the art gallery that had a piece of art as its backrest. My bike was stashed right around the corner of the building. After a while Teri, the artist, made her way to the building and I said, Ahoy, and we went in, greeted by the president of the arts council, but the place was really empty.
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We were offered wine and started the counterclockwise viewing of member's art. We eventually got to her piece of art, an exquisite finely detailed painting of a fishing shack at the end of a shaky pier. She said shortly after painting it it got blasted away in a storm, in fact, she said she had bad luck with many of her subjects.
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Another lady of the arts council approached us and commented about people gathering where people were already gathered. She is a psychoanalyst. I said, like when people are pointing at the sky? Exactly. She was enamored of the painting and bought it.
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There was wine, cheese, and other food available, but I didn't want to eat much. I could be a member of the arts council for $10, as a senior, and I could submit some of my photography, if I wanted to do that, but I don't. It wouldn't be fair. In other exhibitions, as last season, there were spectacular prints of photographs that I envied. Not this time. I showed some photos I recently took on my phone and I appreciate when an artist looks at something and says that's beautiful, even if they are just being polite. Some of my photos need some time to appreciate.
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As the exhibition was ending I wanted to leave and get on my bicycle. I didn't want Teri to leave at the same time, that would create a scandal in this small town. She did. It was nice talking to her and we both said we were glad that the other had come. She should be glad, she came into the exhibit and sold a painting in about 30 minutes. I said, if you sold a painting every 30 minutes then you'd really have something, but you'd have to paint one every 30 minutes. Not so, she said.
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I am a football junkie and although I couldn't watch my NY Jets game, the Ravens were playing the Dolphins and I wanted to see the Dolphins Hawaiian quarterback. Lamar Jackson, the Ravens quarterback, who was trying to get a big payday from the team, played spectacularly. The score was 28-7 at the half with Jackson throwing 3 touchdown passes and having a perfect quarterback rating. The Jets score was shown at the bottom of the screen, tied at the half. In the 4th quarter of the Ravens game, Tua Tagovailoa, the Dolphins quarter back brought his team back, down by 3 touchdowns, and threw for a total of 6 touchdowns. At the same time the Jets score posted at the bottom of the screen now and then became a loss by the score of 30-17, but when both games were over the Jets final was 31-30, winning by one point, how did they do that.
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It turned out they scored a touchdown, did an onside kickoff and kept the ball, threw a second touchdown with 22 seconds left in the game. A pleasant shock for Jets fans. The Jets play the Bengals next week, a team they had beaten last year in an upset.
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The image is of another sunset taken at the Legion.

Wordily

13 September 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | mild
I awoke promptly at about 10 AM and wished for more sleep. I ended up not frying an omelet for breakfast but having a ham and cheese sandwich on sourdough bread for lunch. The lunar tide was high and I had difficulty getting off the boat with my soreness from the recent overboard incident. After returning from the rest room I was able to climb on board, equally difficult. It was time to do laundry and make a step stool for the dock.
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I ended up in another worldle! Tournament and quickly overtook the leader. Then I had to get to work. The step stool was a quick simple carpentry job with the Makita rotary saw and cordless drill. When I put it on the dock I realized it would do no good, the problem was that the boat was too far from the dock.
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I put my bag of laundry on the dock and climbed down via a piling and my immense strength. I might not be able to do things like this in the future. They will convert the marina to floating docks I hear, but will I still be alive to enjoy that.
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I put the laundry in the washer and went to the Boater’s Lounge for a bit. I watched an NFL game from last season, early this year. It was the Chargers and Raiders. It was not compelling, the Raiders had the Chargers down with twice the score and it looked like the end for the Chargers. Their quarterback looked like a little kid. They scored. They played on 4th down, normally a kick, but they played and got first down. I had to go and change laundry.
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Into the dryer. Now I got back to the lounge and watched a come back that was unbelievable. The Chargers evened the score and forced overtime. I didn’t need to watch any more, I had to fold laundry. I was excited about football, but tomorrow would be my Jets, a team not rated well, against the Ravens, a team rated in the top 5.
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I texted Eve, what did I have to bring to her barbecue, she would have burgers and salad, there would be corn on the grill, I went to the wine store for pinot noir, but it would be just for me, the ladies all drank white wine.
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The bike ride up from the wine store went through town but not on the main street, off to the side through the projects, the houses of subsidized living, there was a yard sale, I biked past. I countered the wind and made my way better when it wasn’t gusting.
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Eve’s phone was on the outdoor table where the grilling of the burgers would take place. I put my box of wine there and went inside the house. She was working through her preparation of grill items. Also she had a large salad made. I couldn’t help her, she had her own ways of doing things and I wasn’t allowed. I could bring things down to the table outside or just try to chat with her. She was preoccupied.
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Teri came up the driveway and met us as we were going from the kitchen to the grill outdoors. Cuddily and Buster arrived. They had news about the new power boat and it was them who I spotted out in the boat when I took the sunset picture from the city dock.
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When we broke up I pedaled down to the marina where the Shanty was having their final night of the season. I stopped in and enjoyed seemingly endless rounds of shots, experimental mixtures of liquors, doled out freely, everything had to go. Including any memories of it I might have had.
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The next day was a slow day. I was invited to go to the winery just North of town but I was doing laundry and the Jets Ravens game was coming on. I was looking forward to the first game of the season of my Jets and probably wouldn’t see too many of their games unless I went up to New York or Connecticut again. This one was on because the Ravens were a local team as well as the Washington team, the Commanders now.
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The result was a stinker of a game by the Jets. They had a good game that was filled with a bad play here and there that scuttled their chances. The backup quarterback started due to their young #1 being out with injury. The backup showed why he was a backup. It was gloomy outside with light rain. I biked to the laundry during dry spells to finish the laundry. I should have gone to the winery.
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The next day I ran errands and sent a check to the boatyard in Georgia. The news was they had purchased a new crane and it would be possible to launch KAIMU when I got back. I planned to go there after election day and before Thanksgiving.
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The skies to the West were dark with foreboding clouds and a check of the local radar showed scattered thunderstorms coming from the Southwest. Also a marine weather advisory warned of possible waterspouts and gale conditions. It took a while for the storms to finally descend on the marina and the result was a lot of rain, wind, lightning, but no waterspouts.
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The next day was a listless day where I felt like a boat hermit. No contact with my buds from the town. It was a beautiful day with strong winds from the North. Not hot. I was out to the wine store, but kept to myself on board. Competed in another Wordle! Tournament, kind of a joke to me now, I could outpace them and score a lot of points at will. I didn’t have to worry. Today I wasn’t even up to my usual and left them in the dust. I was thinking about not doing it anymore, no challenge.
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I glued up one of the teak hatches that are around in the cabin, this one to the side of the engine. I got the engine ready to remove the cylinder head. Finally after 3 months I was motivated by shame to do something.
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Eve responded to several texts about going to the Legion. I felt I had to get off the boat. She picked me up at the Boater’s Lounge and we arrived at the Legion and went out on the deck. Teri came aboard as well as Cuddily and Buster. We had wine and later chicken wings. They had to improve on their spicing. But I couldn’t complain about the sunset. It progressed through several stages of magnificence. I got a lot of photos, one which is featured here. I may use others.
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It seems to me I was depressed and needed to be with others and so they came and buoyed me up. I’m good to go for another few days. I need them, I hope they need me, we all need each other.

Capitanski Overboard

09 September 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Perfect Weather
Eve texted me that she needed help with her kitchen light. I was taking it easy after the ravages of Labor Day weekend. I biked to the wine store, then up to her house. I didn’t bring any electrical tools, I remembered she had most of the things she’d need.
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When I got there she was on a step ladder with a kitchen light fixture. She was removing a small screw from it. It took a while to understand what was going on. Her old fixture had failed and the new one would fit right in. It was an LED light, large in diameter, but flat like a pancake. It should be easy to swap the new for the old, they were very similar.
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I stepped in and removed the old wires and wire nuts, removed old electrical tape, the plastic kind that ends up leaving excessive adhesive all over the place. The new light had to be reattached with the wire nuts. A ground wire was removed, not code to do so, but a light fixture up on the ceiling had little chance of shocking anyone. It was plastic and inert, you’d have to remove the fixture to get electrocuted, such as we were doing now. I was very careful with the wires.
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It turned out that the original installation left just a small opening with typical heavy solid copper house wiring that was wire nutted to the relatively light wiring of the fixture. We couldn’t force the wires and wire nuts back up into the small opening. I removed everything and cut back the house wires by an inch and a half, then dressed the wires and reconnected everything.
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The fixture was tested before final reassembly. It was mounted and the flat pancake cover was installed. Project finished, except for disposal of the old stuff, just throw it away she said.
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She also had remarked while I was commenting about the polarity of the wiring, you don’t know that you are just saying that. Well, I do know a bit about electricity and such. We went to her front porch which is also her art studio with lots of wonderful paintings and had a glass of wine each, she with the pinot grigio and I with the pinot noir. She said she was unhappy with her latest painting and I thought it was really good, as wonderful as any she had done. It was still a work in progress, but some areas were showing glassy water, reflections, a water scene typical of the Eastern Shore. She does not paint in a hurry, but takes her time. I said she must make about $.38/hr.
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The news came in from Cuddily and Buster, she had purchased a power boat and were bringing it back to Crisfield, did we want to come to the Legion and see it. Yes, of course. I would leave my bike at Eve’s house and ride with her to the Legion with her black lab. I was wearing white shorts, a black tee shirt from London Olympics 2012, and a hat that said CAPTAIN on it. Of course at the Legion they would not respect a hat like that. I wanted to modify it so it said CAPITANSKI. Maybe in Cyrillic.
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I think I had a burger or whatever they were cooking that night. The wine was merlot, I remember that. I had to bike back to the marina after returning to Eve’s house. I was carrying a shopping bag with a 900ml Poland Spring water bottle filled with pinot noir and other items.
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Back on board SUNSPLASH I had some more wine, more than I should have, and ended up involved in an online tournament, such as I have mentioned before. I found a loophole in the tournament and! could run up huge scores, but finding the loophole was just a part of being very smart, and thus, a worthy opponent to the other players. I felt like the king of Wordle!, the sponsor of the tournament. I wouldn’t mention it otherwise. I finally fell asleep when the sun was trying to come up.
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The morning was the afternoon. I made coffee. Slowly. I made a sandwich with leftover shrimp avocado salad, which Eve said was probably not bad yet, it had only been a couple days from when it was made.
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The water in the marina was high, like a super high tide, so I had trouble descending from SUNSPLASH, like a cat on a table wondering how to get down. I had to go, if you know what I mean, and so I got down on the finger pier and then biked to the men’s room. I biked around the marina and out to the city dock and returned, some of the lower docks were awash. Somehow I got back on board.
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I needed a day of rest and I felt somewhat depressed that maybe I wouldn’t be able to do what I am doing somewhere in the future, I hope not near. I expressed this in fierce competition in the Wordle! Tournament, overcoming a huge point deficit put on me by a very able competitor. I raised the score over him by one point, then stopped.
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It was overcast and cooler than the last few days. I wonder if the boatyard in St. Marys is having respite from the usual humid and very hot weather down there. I was spending the day online using the phone for internet access, the marina wifi is a joke sometimes. Such as now.
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Cuddily texted me that they were going to the Legion, but I didn’t feel up to it. I’m having one of those days I said, probably won’t make it.
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I looked at myself in the mirror and decided to shave with my electric razor, and maybe I could shower and go to the Legion and get some food and drink. I was out of wine, again. The water in the marina had subsided. I was able to climb down onto the finger pier and bike to the wine shop.
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When I came back I could see the full moon rising to the East. I greeted people with my usual admonition, they ask how are you, and I reply, Terrible. Gradually the populace is getting to know me and they laugh when I say that. Not always. I can’t explain it every time.
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It happened so quickly, the snapping cracking sound as I stepped onto SUNSPLASH. I went down grabbing a lifeline within reach. A dock plank from the finger pier had snapped loose, hitting me in the ass as I went down. I was in the water but not floating or swimming, I was hanging on, thinking about how this is how the end could come. I struggled and made my way forward along the hull.
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I had done this before when we docked SUNSPLASH and I went into the water. There is a ladder attached to the end of the finger pier, but I didn’t want to let go of the lifelines to get onto the ladder. Could be a metaphor for something. I made it up into the dry. I had blood, scrapes, bruises, wet clothes, and I went aboard and took off all the wet, sopped up the blood with Food Lion’s bargain paper towels. Maybe I should have gone to the Legion instead.
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I was naked in the cabin and tending to my wounds, closed up the companionway hatch as if it was going to rain, but I didn’t want to be seen a bloody naked mess. You can’t get anything done this way I thought.
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I wanted to watch the first NFL game of the season tonight, but I had no clothes. Earlier I had debated whether to take a shower with the last of the essential laundry, but then I would have to do a load of laundry, and I reneged, leave it for tomorrow. I couldn’t spread the pain out now, I was stuck on board and tomorrow would be dictated by my lack of initiative.
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I had a pair of old shorts, that many have seen me wear, very old, showing through, so I wear black underwear under the white tattered shorts. Now I put them on so that I at least had something on. White skin showed through. Who’s looking I might ask.
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The next day I awoke about 7:30, a nice time for me, and breakfast was as normal, but I was done by 9, my usual wake up time. I went to the showers and donned the last of my clean clothes, at least the last of my undershorts. I got quarters from the marina office and told them about the defective dock plank that had floated away after hitting me in the ass and dumping me into the drink. My plan was to do that laundry, but Eve texted me, when did I want to go shopping for new shoes and where, why not Pocomoke and Don’s for lunch, I replied.
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So, no laundry got done, she had to drop of another piece of art to the gallery near the city dock and came to pick me up. We were experiencing a beautiful day, the dry corn stalks were being harvested on our way through the farmlands on our way to Pocomoke. The last time we went this way was to post flyers to sell puppies. It seemed like from another time.
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We went to Walmart where I purchased for about $8 a new pair of open toed flip flops, better fitting than the ones now on the bottom of Somers Cove, and stylish with black and white accents. I was wearing tan slip on loafers, tan shorts, brown and tan Hawaiian shirt, and a tan hat from Hawaii labeled Maunakea, from my daughter’s partner who had scaled that mountain, but it’s spelled Mauna Kea, I said to Eve, I’m color coordinated.
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At Lowe’s I got a 2X6 plank to make a step stool for the boat, Eve got a heavy bag of mortar, some slats to make art frames, and something else, I paid for it but she kept the receipt, artist supplies she said.
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We went to Don’s, a drinking place that also serves food, and sat outside in the back where there was a large pool or lake with a fountain. Her black lab was with us, and other patrons with their dogs also gathered there. We had salads, stuffed ourselves along with crush drinks, then headed back to Crisfield. What a beautiful day.
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We stopped at her house and I was employed in getting the 80 pound bag of mortar into her basement. Then we debated what to do next. I suggested going to the marina, where I could stow my stuff, and then go to the Shanty for libations. She took me.
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The Shanty was supposed to open at 5 but they were open when we drove by. I stowed my stuff and she went home to get her lab to join us at the bistro. I brought my laptop to the Shanty which had good internet. I had to change some credit card assignments now that the card had been compromised. Eve returned right away with her dog and noticed signs that a birthday party was going to take place at the bistro. She was anxious about having the dog there and where should we sit. She took the dog back home and we sat at the bar. Teri, the artist, showed up and we sat together for a while, then went outside. Guests were arriving for the party, some we knew, some knew us, it was a large party with a large spread of food.
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We were downing drinks, hydrating we call it, and sitting outside at a picnic table. When Eve was away Teri remarked how intelligent she was and didn’t see my reaction. She gets more done in 2 hours in the morning than I do in a week. And it’s true, this is a person who has a large engine inside, maybe her mind and heart are in constant overdrive. I thought about it. We were like oil and vinegar, someone said, and we were like two locomotives heading for each other and each has a gas pedal, to the floor, and no brakes. But we had had a great afternoon.
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The sun was threatening to set and I left the table knowing they would talk about me, maybe, maybe there is not so much to say, I biked to the city dock and took a sunset photo, and biked back. Maybe 5 minutes, I can go faster if my sore muscles are inebriated, tomorrow they will be a little sorer. That’s the way things turn out sometimes, a spur of the moment movement will result in a treasure.
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As it got dark we left. I had a long talk with the chef, Andy, and he took our discards away. How nice. I biked to the boat and on the way spoke with some partiers about how I ended up in the drink last night, they said they would stand by and listen for a splash. I successfully made it aboard only to realize I hadn’t paid my bill. It was only 8:30, I biked back, my bill was $33.40. It can’t be. The bill for lunch was four times that.
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I did have a zen day, at times, and I realized it was me who had to find a way to get over my difficulties. I also had to relate my transcendental feelings to others, and maybe the world would go right.
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It was a full moon.
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The photo is from the one I took at the city dock.

Crisfield Crab Festival

06 September 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | mild
The jet lag takes a while for me to overcome. It starts out waking at 2PM yet feeling lousy, like you want to get a lot more sleep. But the early day lethargy turns into nighttime energy. I’m not falling asleep when I should and I close out the bistro two days in a row. I spend a couple days just hanging on and taking care of basics. It’s supposed to be a big weekend, and so it may, but I’m not doing too much of anything. The big thing for me was the NY Jets winning preseason game #3.
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The zen is being disrupted. Too many changes too fast, and I think I deal with such things better than most. It’s strange how the pains come from some activity a few days earlier, so I guess I should expect more in the coming days. I reneged at going to the Legion and instead made an edible dish of pasta and canned clams. It was not bad, but I put half into the fridge, as emergency rations.
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I have the phone plugged into the laptop to bring the photos over, also It gives a small battery charge to the phone. T-mobile has a better approach to tethering your laptop to your phone, very difficult to do with Verizon. It’s nice to know I can get internet on the laptop, all I need is a T-mobile cellular signal.
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I entered the wordle! tournament. This is a game similar to the wordle game put out by the NY Times, except this version allows wordle!’s to be played anytime, one right after the other. The tournament gives points for each successful guessed wordle! If you were to guess it right off the bat on your first guess you would get 6 points. Each successive try reduces the points you get depending on how many guesses you have left. I think you get one point if you need 6 guesses, the maximum, to solve it. I am leading the tournament with about 40 minutes left and I am ahead by 38 points. I wouldn’t mention it otherwise.
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It seems when I left for Hawaii Eve sold her final puppy. She then got the news her ex-husband had passed away. They were both involved with their son who lived close to his dad. She had to pack up and drive up to Pasadena and Kent Island to deal with things. She was gone when I returned from Hawaii and now has returned a few days after I did. Cuddily’s old boyfriend Buster came down from up North to recuperate from a cancer scare. I felt strange. We were at the Legion, the only place open in town on Monday and Tuesday. Cuddily and Buster were getting around in his little fishing skiff that he trailered down. It was a year ago that they more or less broke up, yet maintained contact, and now were mending fences.
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I was wrong about a number of things. When I arrived at the Shanty right off the plane, I thought it was quite busy for a Thursday night, it was in fact Friday. I also thought that Labor Day weekend was going on a week before it actually happened. And now today I was looking ahead on the TV schedule for NFL football on Sunday, not so fast, it isn’t until 9/11 that the season begins.
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The Labor Day weekend kicked off with Cornelia Marie’s birthday party. Of course I forgot it was her birthday. I had planned to go shopping with Helicopter Dave and Roughrider Lynn and they planned to use the taxi service to get around. I inquired at the marina office about golf cart rental and I could rent a golf cart at half price, so that’s what I did.
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We drove up Cove Street to Somerset, then up Somerset to the grocers. I made my purchases of ingredients for shrimp and avocado salad, then waited for Lynn to finish shopping. She took so long that I thought about having one of the store ladies check the ladies’ room in case she had some trouble there. Both she and Dave were complaining that they weren’t getting enough exercise cooped up on their boat and thus were not in the best physical shape.
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We decided not to stop by the Legion for a cold beer and took the golf cart to the drive through liquor store near the marina. We purchased 4 boxes of wine, one case of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer, and a magnum of tawny port. Lynn and Dave developed a taste for that port, where else, in Portugal. They plan on returning there by airline and have to find somewhere to store their boat.
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Back at the marina I helped Lynn load a dock cart with her supplies and walked it out to their boat. I then drove to my dock and brought my supplies to SUNSPLASH, retaining a partial box of pinot noir and a new chilled box of pinot grigio. I then drove back to the office where I had rented the cart, returned it, grabbed my bicycle and pedaled to the Red Shell Shanty which was open early. I had an Orange Crush drink and texted Eve that I had run my errands and could make it to the birthday party along with a new box of chilled pinot grigio. She replied she already had a new box in the fridge, but I would bring my box as a birthday present for Cornelia Marie.
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Eve said she had a chicken slow roasting on the grill and needed to come down to the Shanty for a Grapefruit Crush. When she arrived I had her drink ready as well as a 2nd crush for me. My first empty glass was taken away, hide the evidence. A small group of youngsters were watching the progress of the crush drinks and I said, it’s hard when you have two gas pedals and no brakes. Then Eve walked in with her black lab. She was still dealing with her recent trip up to Pasadena. We had another pair of crushes.
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I pedaled to her house as guests began arriving. We were all set for barbecue chicken dinner as soon as the potatoes were done. The feast was inside in the dining room with platters of food passed around. When I left and biked through the marina the Shanty had closed for the night, it was after 10PM.
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The next morning I had a hangover so bad I thought about doing a covid test. Actually that is a quote from Cuddily who did do a covid test when all she had was a hangover. I didn’t make my usual morning omelet, it was getting close to noon. I made the pint of coffee, Kona this time, I earned it. No omelet, just a sourdough sandwich with what was left of the deli chicken and four pats of cheese on top, plus black pepper and garlic powder, and then topped with mayo.
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I wasn’t able to do much, really did feel that bad. The next day, though, I felt great and biked around the marina which was now full of tourists. It was the day of crab races. There was a section of the marina reserved for a dog show. I can’t make this stuff up. There were horses, ponies for the kids to ride on. I received a text from Eve that she had 3 crabs entered in the crab races. I paid the $5 admission fee and walked my bike into the crab racing arena. I watched one race and then wisely retreated to the Boater’s Lounge, air conditioned, college football game on.
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Eve left and went to the Legion. I missed her text about going, but I had my bike and I felt good enough to pedal cross town. It was crab special at the Legion. $14 for a dozen crabs. Teri and Eve got their crabs and corn.
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One of the elders of the Legion came to our table and said he had done some research. Eve’s ex-husband who had recently died was a Vietnam veteran and was the veteran’s advocate for 5 counties in Northern Maryland. It turned out the Legion elder had almost the same birthday, missed by only 3 days, and had served in the same battalion in Vietnam. His comments brought Eve to tears. It is a small world.
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The next day I made the crab avocado salad. I did not use a blender, just made it like guacamole. I brought the salad to Eve’s house and she complained it had too much garlic in it. It was only 8 cloves. On the way I stopped at the Shanty and the chef tasted the salad and said it was great. We decided to add more shrimp and avocado to smooth out the flavor. I returned to the marina and got another pound of shrimp, Eve brought avocados from the grocer. The salad is easy to make and easy to adjust the flavor.
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Eve made a conventional salad and her sister and brother in law came over with pulled pork. It was summer salad dinner but we ate inside due to pesky flies that persist when there isn’t a breeze blowing.
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I awoke at about midnight that night and couldn’t get back to sleep. This happens from time to time, so the next day was very slow. The image is of sunset over the marina during Labor Day weekend.

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