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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
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13 August 2022 | Kahala, Honolulu, Oahu, Hawaii

Vegan Sushi

I can personally recommend Food Lion's own, cheap, Cocktail Sauce, the Hot & Spicy version, not the Original, which equates with Heinz Original. Guess they are not that original. The hot and spicy version has a nice kick to it. If you had shrimp cocktail at Emeril's, this is the kind of cocktail sauce [...]

07 August 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

The Knight is Crushed

After testing negative for covid I paid my credit card bill that included airfare to Hawaii and recent frivolous expenditures. Maybe this covid scare will keep us out of the expensive places for a bit. I had a very inexpensive lunch snack of ½ lb of frozen jumbo shrimp from Food Lion dipping them [...]

01 August 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Sail, Lady, Sail

I can’t get onto Sailblogs to see what I wrote last time. It was about the puppies. So, today, I will start anew. Eve texted me about going to Pocomoke and I said yes. I had some things to pick up at Walmart and wanted to exchange the propane tank for the pizza oven. I asked her to pick me up [...]

27 July 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Puppy Spa

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24 July 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

The Big Bad SNAFU

The puppies were becoming an unruly mob. There are 3 males, one larger and aggressive than the others. They constantly fight with each other in a playful way. The females are mostly smaller, but the yellow lab, female, is equally large and aggressive as the smaller males. These pups are fun to watch, [...]

13 July 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Flying Puppies

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Vegan Sushi

13 August 2022 | Kahala, Honolulu, Oahu, Hawaii
Cap'n Chef Andy | Hawaii Has no Word for Weather
I can personally recommend Food Lion's own, cheap, Cocktail Sauce, the Hot & Spicy version, not the Original, which equates with Heinz Original. Guess they are not that original. The hot and spicy version has a nice kick to it. If you had shrimp cocktail at Emeril's, this is the kind of cocktail sauce you would get.
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I met my new neighbors across the dock. They have a kind of cat boat with a freestanding mast, almost like a windsurfing set up with a windsurfing boom, of large proportions, and a lot of strings to control it all. I'd rather write about something else, but I'm not going to let them alone.
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The news was Eve has only one puppy left.
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Helicopter Dave and Roughrider Lynn arrived in the marina in their steel boat. They are looking for rabies shots for their cat, Mr. Meow. I gave them some vaseline for Dave's leg, it looks like a burn. I advised them about the marina, it is a very nice place for them to stay. They can remain at anchor and use the dinghy dock at $10/day. They can rent a day slip very inexpensively. Overnight is almost $2 a foot, but then you have water and electric hook up. The marina rents golf carts that can be used to shop, everything is within 2 miles, grocer, restaurants, hardware, liquor, and the beer and wine shop which is in walking distance. If you can't make it there, you're cut off.
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They talked about navigating the Pocomoke River, which looks like an interesting trip. The snag is power lines at 56 feet above the river just before getting into Pocomoke City. They could hit any of the big stores a sailor needs, Harbor Freight, Walmart, Lowes, Tractor Supply, also Don's for some crush drinks. Vessey Orchards is on the river on the way up, which I didn't know. The river parallels a scenic country road, the one we take from Crisfield to get to Pocomoke.
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I hope they like the marina and stay a while, hope they are here when I return from Hawaii. They are old friends from the boatyard. No one is perfect. The boatyard is a crucible for friendship.
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I was out of food and didn't want to buy too much, I'm flying out, somehow, in a couple of days. First I thought I'd use the airport shuttle, phone number listed on the airport's website. I had talked to the fellow about a month ago, before my phone problems, and now I couldn't get in touch with him. I left text messages and called several times. I then tried the local taxi service, Billy Joe's. I got him immediately and we arranged for him to pick me up for the airport. He knew where my dock was and had a key card to enter the marina after it is closed, which it will be at zero dark thirty the day I leave. Later the shuttle called me back, and I thanked him, but the taxi was ten bucks cheaper and he knew right where to pick me up. A big load off my chest.
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I texted Cuddily, any supper plans?, I hoped I could tag along for some dinner. Breakfast will be without bread. Tomorrow's dinner will be probably out at the Fisherman's. She said she was making a pasta dinner. Bring white wine. I dropped what I was doing and rode to the wine store and asked for chilled pinot grigio. The lady at the store brought out a wine and said, this is what you need. You will have a nice evening. I said U2 and left on my bike over to the waterfront.
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Cornelia Marie was there and Nori the Wonder Dog, Eve and Teri, the Bad Crowd, not all, but the main parts. We had a great meal and it turned out Eve's last puppy was probably taken. Not my favorite, the blue collared male, this was the brown collared male. I think she hates to see him go, but she says she is never going to try to breed puppies again.
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I think Eve taught me a lot about relationships, it takes two to tango and not all tangos are Dezi Arnaz's numbers. It's better to have a relationship with someone who helps you get along and who you are helping get along. If there are difficulties, they will vanish under the might of the interested parties. Otherwise, difficulties become little wars, and we hope to have no more of that. It all starts from within and it can all be resolved within.
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Eve needs a break and she will finally get out of town for a bit. I will too, but I'm going way out of town. I know things will be different when I get back, just as I know I will be different too. I will have my zen moments in Hawaii, not hard to do. The plane ride is a killer, though.
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I am playing my bluetooth speaker with Hawaiian tunes. It's good I do this. A niche of the earth where maybe it might be good to go if the mainland breaks out in some kind of war. I'd rather be shot in Hawaii, but not in the ass, that would be embarrassing. We don't seem to learn from war, except how to devastate other people. It's hard to fathom the amount of violence that is perpetuated on civilians and citizens by governments that should be wiped out, not the innocent people who might have trusted them.
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I can't take all the things I'd like to take along, including some people who probably would enjoy at least some part of the journey. I've been spending some time with myself, who better. I will hopefully survive the trip and then I can impart some of it to friends. I will of course write. I don't need much stimulus, I'd rather, in fact, have solitude, but not 8 hours in the airport. I will make the best of it. There is no resentment, there is no resentment, there is no resentment.
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Maybe Hawaii is the last resort, but we usually make last resorts places in our imagination, they are not real, the real place is the place you find yourself in. So, for me, Hawaii is not an imaginary place, but it is remote and exotic enough, it will do. Each trip out there is a realignment of imagination with reality. I cry. But it must be allergies, they are awful right now. It's not memories of my niece dancing hula for my father. Being with my father at the consecration of a Hawaiian voyaging canoe, being with my family at his grave of his ashes, the last time we would all be together.
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I have now run out of food. I am thankful for the pasta dinner at Cuddily's last night and now today I have further reason to cheer. Dave and Lynn agreed to meet me for a farewell dinner at the Fisherman's Grille, but only if they treat me. Could I invite Eve? Heck, the whole Bad Crowd might be there.
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I went to Charles, the hair salon, and got clipped. I was now packing for the trip. It was hot and I took a break in the Boater's Lounge, small space but air conditioned. I was playing a game on my phone. Eve butted in, she had been in the marina's swimming pool. We had texted earlier about dinner at the Fisherman's and now I insisted she come. I guess my haircut had an effect on her and she said OK, but home first to shower. I returned to the boat to continue packing. Soon it was time to go to the Fisherman's, a short bicycle trip across the marina, less than 5 minutes.
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I met Teri who was just parking and going in. I went in the back way and looked for Lynn and Dave out on the deck. I went inside where it was noisy but air conditioned. Eve was at the bar and I shook her chair. Then I saw Lynn and Dave in a booth, but we would need more room. We ended up at a round table for five at the urging of Eve. I had Dave on one side of me and Cuddily on the other. The conversation really took off with Lynn and Eve talking about their experiences raising animals. Teri and Cuddily were having a conversation, but Dave and I would chime in now and then.
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We had drinks and shrimp salad seemed to be the popular dish for dinner. I had steamed shrimp. The cocktail sauce wasn't as good as I remember, but maybe I was remembering the steamed shrimp at Don's. A storm was brewing to the Northwest and threatening to blow in on us. We ate inside and suddenly the sky grew dark and guests started leaving. I left on the bicycle and felt a few drops of rain hitting me as I rode back to the boat.
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I had a little packing still to do and had a glass of wine and listened to some music. I woke up about 45 minutes later than my arranged pick up time. I overslept. My driver was there at the dock waiting. Billy Joe was Billie Jo, not male. I threw things together and we flew up to the airport. Of course I couldn't get on the plane. I was in shock. Just the thing I didn't want happen happened. I was told I could fly tomorrow, which was not only a big delay, but a big waste of money to make that taxi ride again. The alternative was to wait for a later flight and fly it on standby, a hit or miss kind of thing. I wouldn't know if I could get on the plane until about an hour before the flight. I was getting texts about Charlotte, was I still in Charlotte, well, I was still in Salisbury. I did get on the flight and did get to Charlotte.
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I was very glad to get that boarding pass. I noticed the passengers gathering to board the plane to LA had very nice hair. At least the women did. The men looked more fit and athletic than usual, maybe because of their athletic themed clothing, including a father and son wearing Tom Brady regalia, although it was Patriots themed.
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I wasn't famished but knew to eat something, the result was a BLTP sandwich and a nice IPA draft beverage. A fellow struck up a conversation, which I provided via my paragraph monologue which I can use later in the blog, if I can remember it.
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I was in pain in my hip from carrying my bag around the airports. Aboard the plane the lower seat back dug into my lower back and I would get a mysterious pain every now and then. The pilot took us off into the skies and around a giant thunderboomer. Probably raining down below. I was playing a game on the phone and seemed like I had all day to advance up to level 33. This is the Wooduku game. The higher levels of the "Journey" type of game are very difficult. Soon I noticed a change in the engine sound and that feeling that now we are descending. The pilot confirmed this and gave all the weather information for the Los Angeles area. When we touched down a voice from the back loudly said, I've had smoother landings on an aircraft carrier. It would be a short layover in LA, I thought, so I'd better check my gate information, my stamina was running out and my sore hip was being overtaken by my sore back. These commercial airliners must have all their passenger seats constructed in the same factory in Transylvania. And now I'll get flack from the fans of Transylvania, the FOT's.
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We were arriving and departing the same concourse, in on Gate 47B and out on Gate 45, great, I will not have to lug and limp too far. I had time to relieve my intestinal discomfort and buy a salad to eat on the plane, hopefully with some red wine. I made my way to the nearby gate and sat until boarding. This is one of those planes that carries a million passengers. I didn't want to wait around standing in that line, so I sat and then joined the line as the second to last passenger. It still took a long time for all the people in front of me to find out how to put their bag in the overhead compartment and sit down in their seat. Some people, passengers and crew alike, went against the flow onto the plane, disrupted it, and slowed things down, amplified to me by my pain of standing on that sore hip.
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Finally I was seated and wondered how long before the wine poured and I could eat my $14 salad that looked about the size of a small berry box. The pilot came on the PA and said a mechanical test of the plane failed, but perhaps the techs could fix it, if not we would have to take a different plane. A short time later he said it was definite, we would have to deplane and board a different plane. The deboarding was like the boarding, only in reverse, same disfunctional actors. I was not happy.
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The different plane was located in a different concourse, LA is a very large airport. I kept up my march and soldiered on. At the new boarding gate the disfunction rose, or sank, to a nastier level. The airline personnel seemed flustered and unable to deal with the steadily developing crisis. We were given outdated recorded announcements that we could be arrested if we weren't wearing our covid masks. Some were wearing them, but most did not. The passengers that had been waiting at that gate to board a flight to Fort Lauderdale were told to go to a different concourse to get on a different plane there. This announcement came at regular intervals while the news for us Honolulu passengers was not unusually bad, the same mechanical test had to be performed on this aircraft, that's spelled with an ft, not a p. Fortunately, I guess, it passed. The flight crew had to make a lot of changes such that an aircraft crossing the Pacific Ocean to Hawaii might need versus the requirements to cross the continent to Fort Lauderdale. The original ETD was 10:53 PM at the old gate, now the ETD was 12:30 AM. I revolted by eating my dime sized $14 salad.
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The same old boarding process and the same old befuddled wrong way actors were in play once again. I was trying to calculate when we would get to Honolulu and had texted my sister-in-law that we were delayed by quite a bit, she replied she was ill and could I Uber to the house. Sure.
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I found the clock app on the Samsung Galaxy has useful timers for pizza baking, etc., and also displays world times. I had NY and London times displayed. It's useful when contacting my daughter to know the time of day there. There is also a display of whatever time zone the phone is in, it automatically adopts that time zone and indicates what time zone it is.
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I had dozed off and wondered what time it was and the phone said 12:44 AM, Pacific time zone. But hadn't we taken off at 12:30, flown to altitude? I checked NY time and it said 5:44 AM. I found that when I clicked on one of these times a world map popped up and I could scroll from London to NY and see the times there. I scrolled the map to Hawaii and when I clicked on Hawaii, the local Hawaiian time popped up. It was around 10:30 PM and we had about 2 hours left in the flight. I showed a flight attendant this function and she gave me a bottle of red wine.
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Landing and debarking was somewhat more bearable now that we had arrived. The airport was dead, everything closed, security yawning and wishing me a good morning. I went to the baggage claim area to contact Uber. At this time of night I was able to get a ride to Kahala for about $53 and the driver was there in about 7 minutes. He was muslim and had his wife with him in the car, covered from head to foot. Not the usual Hawaiian garb. The roads were free of traffic and he didn't stray from the correct route.
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At the house I gradually remembered where to enter and where to go to my room. There was a note that there was food in the fridge. I needed to take a shower and sleep, in that order. Usually the first night in Hawaii has visitors waking up at about 4 AM, wide awake, and the town is dead asleep. That didn't happen this time. I slept till almost 8, a noise awakened me, I went down to the living area and caught up on phone traffic. I had received a text from my daughter who was boarding a plane in England while I was deplaning and getting the Uber ride. I was able to text Crisfield also when I arrived, people were getting up for the day while I was getting shut eye at night.
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Soon after waking I had the pleasure of meeting my sister in law's housemate who made badly needed coffee and then ran off to work. Then came sis-in-law who caught up with me all the news of the last 3 or 4 years and I did the same. She made me poached eggs on toast with avocado, tomato, and some herbs. Yumm. We had to help someone move furniture and boxes of stuff, drove across Honolulu in a little pickup truck, packed it, strapped it, then returned via Waikiki and Ala Moana, around Diamond Head. We stopped and unpacked the truck sis had to go to an appointment while I had some stuff to write up.
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We were being treated to dinner, later, and my daughter had texted she was getting on a plane for Honolulu from San Francisco. While she flew we went to a vegan restaurant that specialized in sushi. They had one of my favorite beers, Asahi Super Dry, so I had that while the rest of the table got sake. Appetizer sushi's arrived, one with beets had a shot of super strong sake in the middle of the platter. One of the pieces of sushi was loaded with jalapenos, whoever got that piece of sushi had to down the potent shot, looked milky. Guess who "won", I didn't finish that piece of sushi but enjoyed the shot. More and more vegan sushi arrived and we consumed most of it. The rest came back to sista's house for later.
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The image is of vegan sushi arriving at the table.




The Knight is Crushed

07 August 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Hot Afternoons, Thunderstorms
After testing negative for covid I paid my credit card bill that included airfare to Hawaii and recent frivolous expenditures. Maybe this covid scare will keep us out of the expensive places for a bit. I had a very inexpensive lunch snack of ½ lb of frozen jumbo shrimp from Food Lion dipping them in Heinz cocktail sauce. I may have to make my own cocktail sauce. The shrimp is wild caught, frozen and deveined, and was on sail at $6.99/lb. That works out to $3.49½ per lunch snack.
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We ended up at the Fisherman’s, a popular touristy restaurant. It is convenient for me to bike there, it is almost adjacent to the North end of the marina. If you drink a lot, it can be an expensive experience. Eve and I shared a seafood quesadilla and a half pound of shrimp. It was more than enough for the two of us. Cuddily and Teri each had a seafood quesadilla and couldn’t finish either one. Doggie bags for them. So much for staying out of the expensive places.
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Cornelia Marie and her friend Wilbur obtained a half bushel of large blue crabs and we descended on Cuddily’s waterfront home. Her kitchen is a great place to gather and cook and hydrate. I contributed to the dinner, I brought a bottle of cocktail sauce and some pinot noir. I’m not crazy about crabs, messy, a lot of work picking them, and unless you get monsters, too little crab meat for the effort. We retreated to the porch on the waterfront and enjoyed the late afternoon glow. I returned to the marina and the Shanty was still open.
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I stopped in for an Orange Crush, had two, and also got my dough making bowls back from Chef Andy. The next morning I was aboard SUNSPLASH without the bowls. Later I stopped in the retrieve them and told the chef, I’m glad I returned to the right boat last night.
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We hadn’t heard from Eve and Cuddily went to her house to see if anything is the matter. She promised to let me know. I made a short trip to the wine store and stood by in the marina. It was too hot on board so I went to the Shanty which was open. I tried calling Eve, but there was no answer. Then I got a text, she was in the shower, please come up, need help. I biked up to her house and read a note on the door, light the left 3 burners on the grill. I did my part and lit them, closed the grill, went inside and filled a glass with pinot noir, returned to the grill outside to hydrate. Eve came out with her lab pup mom and a small blue ball. She let the puppies out after a large SUV pulled into the yard and the gates were closed. It was Cuddily who had gone out to buy wine with Eve’s current B&B guest.
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The puppies have grown larger, there are only 3 now, all males. They seem to like me and want me to pick them up. They are a handful. When I return from Hawaii they will probably be adopted, gone.
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This time of year flies can be a problem in Crisfield and for that reason we will stay inside or try various methods to subdue the pests. Eve has incense sticks that help dispel the bugs. We have to cover our drink glasses to keep them out. It was time to head inside. Chicken was on the grill and a kind of ratatouille was sauteing in the kitchen. There was succulent cucumber salad. It was a fine dinner, again. A young lady singer had joined us, she was to perform at one of the art galleries. She had driven 11 hours from her last gig and really enjoyed the meal. Great conversation.
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I want to mention Ottmar Liebert, German guitarist, who is on one of my playlists. When I hear something I really like, I look up the artist and sometimes I’m surprised with a multiple Grammy winner I never knew before. Liebert has a lot of music on YouTube and is well worth listening.
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The image is of the City Dock in Crisfield. The waterfront condos, waving flags, the tour boats camouflaged, it was a beautiful time to take a break from the bike.

Sail, Lady, Sail

01 August 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Hot Afternoons, Thunderstorms
I can’t get onto Sailblogs to see what I wrote last time. It was about the puppies. So, today, I will start anew. Eve texted me about going to Pocomoke and I said yes. I had some things to pick up at Walmart and wanted to exchange the propane tank for the pizza oven. I asked her to pick me up at the Shanty where the oven and empty propane tank reside. When I got there I realized that both propane tanks were not empty, one was full, and the other was maybe half.
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We rolled on, her with her dwindling gas tank gauge, empty fuel warning light on, gas is cheaper in Virginia, oh, are we going there? Of course, the dense logic doesn’t get to me so quickly, I have to pretend I know what is going on. You have triple A now? Yes, it only cost me $79 and I’ve been towed twice. She had people texting and calling her about puppies. We had to do a Uey to go back and show a pup, then got some alcoholic spritzers, I was dehydrated, the show a pup was a no go, we continued on to Pocomoke, now even lower on fuel. The spritzers weren’t cold enough for her, but I just needed fluid in the humid heat. A second spritzer gave me my needed hydration.
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She organized us so that I could roam around Walmart while she took care of errands elsewhere.
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We went to the bait and tackle shop and she wanted ice, they were closed. She could post the new puppy flyer there and then we were off to the gas station the other side of the state line, in Virginia. It was 20 to 30 cents cheaper than Maryland. I said did we just burn 6 dollars of gas to get a discount? On the way back stopped at Don’s, a notorious watering hole, whatever that is, to get lunch outside with her labrador puppy mom, no grapefruit crushes available, it’s orange crushes only.
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I realize that it is a perfect spot for a zen experience, the fountain in the large pond, beautiful trees that I was quickly lectured about, no music blaring outside, just nature sounds, and our requests for a service person. The dog got a lot of attention and a bowl of water. Later she would get bacon and cheese tid bits. I had steamed shrimp with cocktail sauce while Eve had the fish platter including hush puppies. We had to leave to greet new puppy owners at her house. She only had six pups left and now two would be gone.
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I played with Kahlo, the lab mom, in the back yard. She had a purple ball like toy that was covered with dog spit and then pine needles stuck to it. I grabbed the garden hose and rinsed it off. I refilled Kahlo’s water bowl. At first I would toss the purple ball like toy and she would retrieve it. I kept having to rinse it off and then by accident found I could send it by hitting it with water from the hose. The dog was afraid of the hose, although not afraid of water. She would go retrieve the ball and I would wash it away with a jet of water.
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The couple who were buying the pups came out with Blondie, the yellow lab pup, and a black pup. We came for one and got two they said. Inside the rear porch the remaining puppies were having a blast, chewing on flip flops, poking their noses into closets, pushing things around, and wrestling with each other.
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It was decided to head to the Legion where we were joined by several members of the Bad Crowd. Wine and ice, chicken wings, dipping sauces, consumed while watching the late afternoon light. A black dog was playing near the shore with children. We googled black greyhound, because that’s what we thought it looked like, and indeed that was what it was. I didn’t know greyhounds came in black.
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The next day was laundry day and quite humid. I dilly dallied around but got a load of laundry done and reminded the Crowd it is Pizza Night. I gave the chef at the Shanty fresh oregano and fresh basil and a barbecue lighter for the oven. I said the pizza of last week was great, but the oven let you down.
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Later, after I lit the oven at 5:10, he baked a chicken cordon bleu pie. It was better than last week’s. I took half the pie, leftover, and gave it another 2 minutes in the oven. When it cooled I gave the chef a slice and he understood right then and there what I was after. It would be crunchy, some black burn stains on the pie, but I thought he could do better. Later I said make another pie, what kind?, surprise me, but bake the **** out of it. Okay.
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We were hydrating with cold adult drinks. The pie came out. It had pepperoni and olives on it. The crust was thinner, crunchier, this pie was not going to last at this table. Mmmm. There was one slice leftover that mysteriously disappeared.
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I woke up at 10 AM and dallied around. Eve texted me about going up to Salisbury to post some puppy fliers. I had to finish breakfast, take a comfort break, shower, bike up to her home, then return to get that piece of attire that makes me so attractive, my wallet, and help her get those puppies back into the house. We went off to burn some fuel. She had stocked up while in Virginia where the gas price was hovering around 4 dollars.
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Up 413, then up 13. We stopped at a sportsman’s store that had no sign above it, just some stickers on the door about deer corn, etc., a hunter and fisherman’s place. We were not in Salisbury yet, but Salisbury is a big place and we drove quite a while to get to the Tractor Supply store where another flier was posted.
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We got fuel at Sam’s Club at 3.95. Then lunch at Evo’s. I would recommend it. We had light lunch and beer, due to the hot weather and due to a dinner coming up in a few hours. Rain was threatening, but it looked like we could have our lunch outside with the dog, and maybe get to Crisfield before it really hit. We hit the road, got a box of pinot noir, and continued with the banter, should I take you to the boat, well, it’s wide open and I should shut it if it’s going to rain, but maybe I can bike down and back, only take 5 minutes each way, depends on when the rain hits.
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It began raining on the windshield. I stuck my hand outside and the rain was cool, it felt good. We had left the puppies too long, I feared, we should get back to them. I was calculating with radar from wunderground.com, but there are many other sources, and it looked like Pocomoke was really going to get it, but Crisfield would get maybe a little something. We went to the house and I went in the front door to avoid the pups on the enclosed back porch. When I got inside I saw Eve opening the kitchen door to the rear porch, puppies surrounding her, and as she came in they began peeing. She got a mop and already had a bucket of water and mopped it all up.
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I took Kahlo, the puppy mom, out with her purple ball like toy, and some pinot noir to continue to hydrate. She wanted to play with the ball and I would throw it and she would catch it, many times before it even hit the ground. Her puppy kids were sent out and they came down the back porch steps, just a couple of tumbles. They were bigger now and playing with each other. There was a large male who was already adopted, just hanging around for a while. His two brothers were just a bit smaller, but they fought with each other, rolling around, biting each other, but each knew how far to go. They raced around a tree, like a dog chasing its tail. They raced around the property. What fine little dogs.
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Kahlo was barking for attention. We had been playing games with the purple ball. The little tykes would bite the ball and Kahlo would take it away and give it to me. Kahlo wanted to play ball with me, not her little ones. I wanted them to learn to play with the ball. Eve came out and said the barking was too much, bring the purple ball to me. And so the play began with the pine cones. They thought over pine cones and pushed the water dish around with their noses. Eve came out and put water in the dish and they all began gobbling up the water. They were dehydrated.
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We had to go inside to have the stuffed pepper and squash meal, and it was remarkably great, another gourmet meal. I had to leave when it got dark, the Shanty was still open when I returned to the marina. I made a point of complimenting Chef Andy on the pizza he made the night before. We had a nice chat and I had to return to SUNSPLASH.
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The next day was news that someone in the Shanty had tested positive for covid. I was headed out to the grocers but made a detour to the local pharmacy. No mask no entry and I didn’t have a mask. They were scheduled to close at 3 and it was 20 to 3. I will have to come back.
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I’m going to try to make my morning breakfast with Texas Toast. We’ll see how that comes out. I made a little grilled ham and cheese sandwich with it. Very tasty.
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It was hard to get the Texas toast crispy without burning it. I made a concoction that fell apart, too many ingredients including tomato and mayo. Very messy, too complicated.
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I ran my errand to the Crisfield Pharmacy, not very far, quick bike trip, this time with mask. They had no covid test kits. I biked up 413 to Marion Pharmacy, a little over 2 miles. They had the test kits but wouldn’t use medicare for billing, so I had to pay out of the pocket. $10. Back at the marina I tested negative. I’ve had some allergy symptoms and with the sous chef at the Shanty testing positive, I was afraid I had the virus. Cuddily texted me that she tested negative also and she too had allergy symptoms.
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Over the weekend I watched some of the SailGP racing from Portsmouth, UK. USA once again did poorly. One highlight was Kate Middleton, Dutchess of Cambridge, kitted out with wetsuit, blue blocker sunglasses that probably cost more than all my boats put together, taking the UK boat out for a spin with Sir Ben Ainslie coaching her and of course the rest of the crew of that boat. They had a “friendly” race with New Zealand and won. She helmed the boat throughout the race. At one point she was approaching 70km/hr. This is no joke to be piloting one of the trickiest boats in the world at speed. I found out that she has extensive sailing experience and is teaching her royal kids to sail.
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The image is of a lady sailor with her Olympic medalist coach.

Puppy Spa

27 July 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Hot Afternoons, Thunderstorms
The saga continues. The lovely cell phone has been kicked around by Straight Talk and now
T-mobile. The hours and hours of having “experts” reduce the phone to a whimpering nonentity ended with finally getting a T-mobile plan with a temporary number (until we can port over your old number) and the phone responding like a returning war veteran who has lost some of his abilities. A lot of my photos are gone, although I saved them. My old phone number is now just a memory, and the task at hand is to port it over from Straight Talk, who are not just incompetent, but dangerous. They had me do a factory data reset, you will loose all your personal data, sorry, but we must do it. That eliminated any phoneness the phone had, it was now a sophisticated device that worked well with an internet connection, but my phone provider just blew the phone part away. Factory data reset wipes out things like passwords, account #’s, and makes it nearly impossible to get back to square one.
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Straight Talk was bought out by Verizon who then offered free SIM cards and sent me one in the mail. The phone had been working fine, brilliantly fine, and it was on T-mobile’s network of towers, etc. Of course when I tried to activate the new SIM provided by Straight Talk’s new owner, Verizon, it didn’t work. It’s a T-mobile phone, idiot, it won’t work with Verizon’s SIM. But I went to Straight Talk’s support site and spent two days with “experts”. They didn’t get the hint, they ended up doing a lot of nothing, try this, try that. I guess we have to do a factory reset. Wrong, that was a bad move. I could no longer use the phone as a phone. The internet functions worked very well, if I had internet, good internet. They all gave up, maybe you should get a new phone. So, I have to give up a Galaxy S20+ for an S21+, at $999. Or just get an ordinary phone for only a hundred bucks or so.
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The morning after calling Hawaii and my older brother who seems to be doing OK after a heart attack, I tackled the last remaining (or so I think) phone hurdle. I needed to get my old phone number ported to the phone. This required conversing with someone at Straight Talk’s number porting unit, which requires going through all the same delays, requests for information already given out a million times, is it really me?, we’re not sure of your identity, plus, the voice on the line was rapid, almost a joke, no, this can’t be real, talking so fast with an accent, no less, please talk slower, no, they are doing it on purpose. When you are leaving and no longer paying, they won’t do squat, plus they relish making whatever you want almost impossible to get. But I survived that, then had to work with my new antagonists, T-mobile, to actually get the number ported. You have to go to the dark side, work with them, which is almost impossible, then come back and pretend you’re not affected, work with your new providers, and the same requests for information come at you. Then a request for my password that I used eons ago. Is it 4 digit? Yes. Could it be ****? Yes, that is correct. We have confirmation that your request to port your number has been accepted. I guessed at the password.
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My phone was missing some recent photos, but had a bunch of older ones. I had tried recovering as many as I could. Eve texted me, I had given her my temporary (I hope) phone number, and asked how the phone situation was going. She had dropped her old phone, cracked it, and bought a very nice Galaxy S2* FE, showing it off recently, paying for it by the month, not too bad of an arrangement. Plus others had suggested to me, just get a new phone, why are you struggling so? I had already complimented her on her phone purchase several times, and now I said things were finally getting to where I could have my old phone number back, but I couldn’t find recent pictures of her puppies. And while texting her I landed on Google photos, that’s where they ended up. There was a photo of her with her hand up to block the shot, and it did, but off to one side was her face. Her hand filled the screen, but it didn’t blot her face out. I sent it to her, guess I found the photos, terrible photo she replied. Love endures without mercy.
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The dull gray sky slowly encroaches from the North and West. I know better than to fight the elements. I had been annoyed by music that I had saved, but had been badly recorded. In a play list of 148, it’s hard to single out the bad recordings, but after a week and a half of phone training I could sit and parse through the songs, not listening to the whole song, but listening to 5 or 6 parts of the song, making notes of the offenders, and also listening for a song I yearned to know the details, who, when, well mainly who. That song wasn’t in the 148, but the offenders were sent to trash. Then I had a much larger task, to do the same thing with a whole bunch of New Age music. Instead I chose to call it a day, listen, and if a bad song crops up, deals with it, otherwise enjoy the music you don’t hear anymore, not even in elevators.
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I’m afraid to erase or throw out any numbers I’ve recorded.
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I wanted to text something to Cornelia Marie, but I won’t, I’ll just write it here. If she reads the blog she’ll get it, but no one else will. “Please text to Eve, Andy can’t make it, give the Trade Routes lecture.”
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Ah, the Trade Routes lecture. But I digress.
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We were playing with the bluetooth speaker and a song jumped out at me and I had to find out who sang it. The recurring theme was “a new day for you”, and bingo, the singer is a Polish lady whose professional name is Basia. I had actually met a Polish lady named Basia who looked a lot like the one I saw online, on wikipedia. But it couldn’t have been. We did some things together and ended up in Alexandria, Virginia, on New Year’s Eve. The fireworks went off and I kissed her. She was flustered. We were actually house sitting together with a third person even weirder than us. I didn’t know she was a singer and songwriter.
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I have a lot of various music on the laptop and it’s hard to sift through the gigabytes of music to find one thing or another. Using linux operating system gives me free software like Rhythm Box. It kind of makes a data base with music like Calibre makes a database out of books. So, you can search a database and actually find everything, such as everything from the artist Basia. I ended up with 6 songs that I could play through my recently purchased bluetooth speaker. Don’t get flustered when someone kisses you, they might be a fan.
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I have to report on Flowmax. My doctor thought it might kill 3 birds with one stone, kind of a beneficial drug for an old geezer. It is supposed to shrink the prostate and associated tissues, it typically lowers blood pressure by about 10 points, and it helps shrink swelling due to edema. I really don’t see any of these as long term effects. There is a period of lower blood pressure, but our bodies want to maintain a stasis, whatever that is, so anything that actively affects bloodpressure will be counteracted by stasis, the body will go back to where it was, in spite of the drug. So I don’t see long lasting effects. I don’t see any harm, but I will not renew the prescription. Plus I have no renewals anyway.
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As long as I am writing, I may as well continue. I’ve battened down the hatches for a big storm, but the gray clouds to the West have surrendered to higher clouds, I think they say alto-. I know it’s going to hit us, maybe later than sooner.
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A song called Kelper sounds like cell phone sounds. I was looking around, where could this be coming from. Not a song. How awful. They called it techno back then. I suppose I might create in the same way, but you never know. Cliche after cliché. Not from a bad local station, from my laptop. Good bass, sounds like a nautical warning in the background. The bluetooth speaker is too bassy, but that’s how it’s advertised.
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*EDITOR, the writer has passed out and needs CPR from that redhead in the EMT truck, no, not him, the other one.
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The blog is not real time, so I could get away with that, unfortunately.
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Part of zen is being like an animal, like a cat who’s dozing, but if something moves, that cat isn’t dozing at all. What am I missing?
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Said thunderstorm is caught in traffic. Kebler came on again, so soon. I don’t like music to get too mathematical, although it intrinsically is. You have the Pachabel.
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Said thunderstorm hits with a vengeance. I was experimenting with fly traps, one with yeast and honey, one with an internet recommended mixture of vinegar, sugar, and aromatic dish detergent, and one with the liquid drained off contents of a can of tuna. Oily, fishy, and probably perfect for the flies to come and get. They could get in, but they could not get out. Of course the thunderstorm and gusts put us over a bit, and the one fly trap experiment you don’t want falling down, spreading its contents, is the tuna juice one, and that was the one that went over. I got it up, did not overturn, put it in the galley sink, well supported. I guess I would be out in this if I went out on the bike.
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Still real time, in the middle of a storm, rain, wind, the music is something called Mystery, by a group called Lorellei. I listened to this new age music all night and slept well. In the morning Eve texted want to go to Pocomoke, not code for something else, not a song title, Pocomoke is the nearest town with Walmart, Tractor Supply, etc. I needed propane for Pizza Night and a few other odds and ends. She wanted to post a new Puppy for Sale flyer. Now there were only 3 pups unspoken for. They are identified by the color of their collars, pink, brown, and my favorite, blue. I edited the old puppy flyer and added new photos that Eve took with her Galaxy S21 FE. I sent her the new flyer to print out if she approved.
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The image of of the blue collar labrador.


The Big Bad SNAFU

24 July 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Summer Heat and Humidity
The puppies were becoming an unruly mob. There are 3 males, one larger and aggressive than the others. They constantly fight with each other in a playful way. The females are mostly smaller, but the yellow lab, female, is equally large and aggressive as the smaller males. These pups are fun to watch, but they are starting to be young dogs with growing appetites, and larger, uhm, output, and the job of taking care of them is wearing Eve down. Hopefully she will have whittled down the wolf pack to just a few stragglers.
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I had a breakfast of salmon cracker spread on sourdough slices, with a dab of cocktail sauce down the middle. I later went to the market to get bagels for the salmon. I might not have my customary omelet sandwich for breakfast for a couple of days.
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The deal to make Thursday night Pizza Night at the Shanty was underway and I made my batch of dough for 4 pies. I delivered the dough to the Shanty and soon was joined in Crush drinks by the Bad Crowd, or most of them. The oven was lit at ten after five and at about five thirty we had the chef, also named Andy, make a plain pie with fresh basil and oregano, his sauce, and mozzarella. When the pie came out it also had fresh sliced tomatoes on it. Yummy. Next was a veggie pie with onion, sweet peppers, and mushroom. We ended up with one slice left over and the kitchen had enough dough for two more pies, for next time.
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I did have the bagel with cream cheese and salmon cracker spread for breakfast, not bad, very filling. Cuddily picked me up at the marina and we went to the Somerset County Health Center, about 5 miles, for me to get my second booster shot for covid. I had put off the shot because I knew I had a history of debilitating arthritis attacks after the other Moderna shots. I wanted to have a couple of weeks with no planned activities to ride out the inevitable reaction.
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When I returned I tried to transfer my beautiful phone to Verizon from T-Mobile. Apparently it is a Verizon requirement now that they have taken over Straight Talk. It didn’t work. I want to be sure I can transfer and not lose anything. Their instructions, both in English and Spanish, are vague or contradictory enough to just leave it alone for now. I’ve backed up everything, so I’m not as worried about losing any saved data, I’m worried about the phone not coming back to life in a geographic area that has spotty cell phone and wifi distribution.
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I could enjoy a steak sandwich for late lunch and get over the frustration with the phone. The steak was just the right size for my ½ slice of sourdough sandwich, but the steak was at least an inch thick. Some mayo, a glass of pinot noir, and I was now a caveman dining.
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It was hot out and I felt like taking a nap. I wasn’t sure if it was an after effect of the shot or something due to using Flomax. I was drifting off into a blissful nap when a message came on the phone. Can I come up and help Eve with something. What do you need help with? Deliver the tax bill. Is that in Princess Anne? That is a joke, Princess Anne is a long bike ride. She wanted me to just bring her bill to city hall, not too far from her house. I didn’t feel like doing it or anything else. I biked up anyway and felt better for doing it.
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Oh, could you bring a box of pinot grigio from Big Willie’s? Not a problem, but if I brought the wine up from Big Willie’s I could then have brought the bill payment down on the return trip. Now it was two trips. It was good for me. I had a glass of the white wine, not my usual thing, but it was ice cold. The puppies were all over the back yard, sleeping under bushes, behind large flowerpots, sleeping in groups, some hiding alone. Hard to find. That must be why she really asked me to come, help bring the little tykes in. Avoid the poop, wash up afterwards.
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I wanted to head back down to the marina and bring some pepperoni to the Shanty and have them make a pie with my dough, my oven, my pepperoni, but with Chef Andy doing his magic preparing the pie. The ladies wanted me to go to Cuddily’s water front home for some wine, cheese, and a bunch of other concoctions. I went to the waterfront.
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The box of Black Box Pinot Noir that I shopped in Pocomoke with Cuddily was still at her wine service and there was plenty. I imbibed. The food was tasty, let’s have more wine. I returned to Eve’s house and helped her. She had to mop the puppies’ playpen on the enclosed back porch. Then the pups went into the pen and the rest of the porch was mopped. I was able to tear myself away from the scene and bike back to the marina where the Shanty was still open. There was a birthday party going on, Andy the Chef’s, and I celebrated with an orange crush.
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The next day I finished the salmon on a bagel for breakfast, later had another steak sandwich. The work on the phone was awful. Their whole system of transferring to the new SIM refused to work. The tech support people were clueless. I had to nap for a bit, then went down to the Shanty’s outside tent where the internet was better. It didn’t take long for them to screw it up further. Now neither SIM card would work. My phone was now out of commission going into a Sunday. What a mess. I could send emails announcing no phone. The Shanty opened and I had a crush. I gave Chef Andy some pepperoni to make a pie.
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No phone, no pain. I could get some internet from the marina, intermittently on their part. I gave myself up to a life with no contact with humans. I was at the Shanty tent, outside, they were closed, I was using their wifi node.
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The phone problem is very simple. Verizon bought out Straight Talk and a few other smaller cellular entities, I was once a Verizon customer, but their first strike was when I was paying $400 a month for ordinary service and they said we don’t even sell that contract anymore, they replaced it with a $100 contract, second strike was when I couldn’t find a Verizon tech to help me and Walmart had a tech that said, why don’t you sign up for our cheapest plan, it’s $45 a month with 8G’s of data, I was only getting 4G’s of data with Verizon and paying more than twice as much, I signed up for Straight Talk, of course, and now the third strike, Verizon has bought out Straight Talk.
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Okay, conspiracy theorists, now is your chance. The conspiracy monopoly that is geared up to taking a few more dollars out of the poor waterman’s pocket. Your cell phone bill is going up.
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We are captive. We have to pay ransom to remain captive. Hey, it’s hard to write this stuff, why don’t you give it a try? Where was I, captive, give up.
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The one, maybe, positive note is a little bluetooth speaker from SONY purchased on Prime Day. $27, it has magnetic mounts, is a candy blue color, and so far has connected perfectly with the laptop. I played music, podcasts, YouTube, all sound fine. My laptop does not drive its speakers, only the audio port, and Bluetooth output. So the little blue speaker fits almost anywhere, there is a nice blue lanyard with it, it’s probably waterproof and shower ready, fills out my intermittent internet experience, now I have audio too.
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I did more research on the cell phone carrier problem and it looks like Verizon is pushing any non-verizon customers out of Straight Talk. They provide a free Verizon compatible SIM, but Straight Talk used almost any carrier for customers who brought their own phone into the store, the SIM would be compatible with their old carrier. So, your T-mobile phone will work with Straight Talk as the provider, you are using T-mobile towers, and you are using wholesale data and voice minutes purchased by Straight Talk from T-mobile and resold to the customer. Now that whole scenario is abruptly changing. I will probably have to become a T-mobile customer. It looks like my phone is locked to their carrier.
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Now it is a week later, an unbelievably difficult week, on phone tech support chat with Straight Talk and T-mobile adding up to at least 20 hours. Either the techs are incompetent or the transition at Straight Talk is a big SNAFU. I ended up having to go to the T-mobile store in Salisbury, Cuddily was kind enough to take me, but she didn’t know what we were in for. It took 3 hours to process my purchase of a T-mobile phone plan, and afterwards we were both famished, having missed lunch. We ended up at Don’s in Pocomoke for Orange Crushes and appetizers. We went to Cuddily’s waterfront home where Eve arrived with steak to go along with a salad. I got to slice up cucumbers. Eve dropped me off at the marina afterwards.
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I still have to port my phone number over from Straight Talk to T-mobile. The Straight Talk techs had me do a factory reset which wiped out all my personal data. All my recent photos were gone. I did back them up, but the restore function doesn’t seem to access them. The image on this post is my most recent photo, of the Small Boat Harbor, taken from Cuddily’s waterfront home.

Flying Puppies

13 July 2022 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Hot Afternoons, Thunderstorms
I started a new medication, Flomax, which has some beneficial effects for me, my ankles and feet have intermittent swelling due to effects of one of my blood pressure meds, and Flomax works like a diuretic and reduces edema, shrinks the prostate, can lower blood pressure about 10 points, all good effects. It also can cause fainting spells, so I have been taking it easy for the last couple of days. A small hot spell came through which didn’t help. We canned Pizza Night for the first time in a long time, but we did the same last summer, we made other cuisine instead, and in the winter we tried out soup and stew recipes.
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I valiantly biked to get water and bread at the grocers and on the way back felt fatigued, so stopped in the Boater’s Lounge, a former laundry room that now has the laundry machines taken out, and a large screen TV installed in the corner. It is not a large room and has a sofa, a counter with no cubbard doors on it, probably was a laundry folding table, plus a small table with two chairs. I watched a part of an NFL Greatest Games episode which actually had the NY Jets scoring their greatest score in one quarter, and it happened in that game. I had to drop off my purchases and head out to the wine store, I am buying that pinot noir that I asked for, keep it coming. On the way back I was pooped and needed to stop for a bit. It wasn’t air conditioned on Sunsplash, but I had a fan going, and the day wasn’t too unpleasant. I headed to the Shanty, it was getting on opening time.
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I sat outside in a nice breeze and relaxed. An Orange Crush drink appeared, unordered, unexpected, but very welcome. I sent a picture of it out to the Bad Crowd. Only Eve showed up and I was glad to have a one on one with her. In a group she tends to take over the conversation, but one to one she spills her guts and allows some return gut spilling. Nice evening with what are now called Andy Burgers. But the chef is also named Andy. He said he used all my dough from the last pizza demo. Would he like more? Yes. Thursday was confirmed as Pizza Night.
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If someone discusses family with you, it means you are a trusted friend, or it can mean you are a stranger and they know you don’t know anyone that they know, thus, it won’t get back to them. But, the world is sometimes smaller than you would expect.
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I feel I need to push myself even more, even though I am pushing right now and not getting much done. I was being urged on by Eve, get up early, maybe even make a list of things to get done, pace yourself, but it’s the hours you put into something that pays off in the end. I just like to get a couple extra sleeps in.
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We had a front come through that had some violent thunderstorms at night or early morning. It woke me and passed through quickly enough so that I could try to get back to sleep. I did Wordle and sent the result to my daughter in England who is on her way to Ocala. Soon I will be jet setting around. After dutifully reading many entries at notalwaysright.com, I now want to go through the airport in a self powered wheel chair and with a blind man’s cane that I can thwack bystanders with.
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Cornelia Marie advised me that a package of meds arrived from Canada. I had already asked Eve if I could come up and get another pound of frozen shrimp. I biked up, got the meds, and helped Eve with getting the pups back in the house for their nap. She was frazzled. We sat outside and she had a beer. She had been working since sunup, mowing the back lawn, working
with the puppies’ soiled mats, etc., and string trimming parts of her yard. Wanna mow my front lawn, she asked. Hose the puppy poop off the driveway? I did not jump at these opportunities. She proceeded to hose off the driveway and parking area and of course some of the poopy puppy spray had to come in my direction. It’s only puppy poop, she said. She wanted help with formatting a puppies for sale flyer with the phone number strips that can be torn off.
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I took the shrimp and the meds back to Sunsplash, boiled water, boiled shrimp, cooled shrimp, enjoyed shrimp cocktail with pinot noir. The local community radio station was playing: “Highway to Hell”. I found a way to make a Puppies for Sale flyer.
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I have to repeat that I am not a fan of Windows anything and I can do most things with a linux OS. Thus, I have to create a printable document with some photos of labrador puppies, a header, some text, and phone numbers in vertical strips at the bottom that can be torn off by the prospective puppy purchaser.
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The Open Office app I used is called Impress, and you can insert photos and type text just like you might with any document app. The trick to get the strip of phone numbers at the bottom is to create a document with a double spaced list of the phone number(s), do a print screen, then crop the print screen image, which is .png format, export as .jpg, then insert into the Puppy Flyer, rotate CCW 90 degrees, position at the bottom, export the Puppy Flyer as .pdf. Just about any printer will accept a .pdf file.
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We didn’t get as far as an acceptable puppy flyer. I was doing a thing like making text, printscreening it, take the screen image and paste it onto another document as an image. Along the way I had to load the image and crop it. She saw a flaw in the text, but now it wasn’t a text file, it was an image file, and I’d have to start all over.
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Fortunately I ended up on the text file that had the error we wanted to change, and we could change it quickly and then just replenish the folders, starting with the one we were in, and then the changes made it all the way to the finished product. I emailed it to her and she approved. Very well, back to the puppies.
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Just as human babies are cute, puppy dogs are cute, maybe cuter. Except for other traits common to babies, they eat, sleep, poop, not necessarily in that order. The puppies mother is a first time mother, and her instincts kick in, she looks after them, finding where they are, going to visit each one one at a time.
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Eve has a couple of empty juice or water jugs, plastic, about 2 liters, and she tossed them into the yard. The mother of the puppies went out and nudged one, her puppies followed. Eve shot a video of two pups trying to overpower a water jug, but I think they roll it over some of their compatriots. The other jug is attacked by an aggressive puppy. He, or she, gets rolled over. The jugs seem to be winning.
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The remainder of the Bad Crowd texted that the next destination is the Legion. I rode with Eve and we got wine, ice, and an outside table. Cuddily, Teri, and Cornelia Marie, with Nori the wonder dog, arrived. We ordered various flavors of chicken wings and more wine. We finished well before sunset and I returned with Eve to pick up my bike and head to the marina. Then the sunset blazed in the West. It was time to call Hawaii, my older brother still had a sore throat from his stay in ICU with a heart attack. He sounded fine except he couldn’t talk much.
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The next day Eve printed out the flyer and we took a copy to post at the Tractor Supply in Pocomoke. I also shopped for groceries and a zester. I had a recipe for salmon cracker spread, calling for juice and zest of a lemon. There is also finely chopped fresh dill, mayo and cream cheese. I made it the next day.
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Eve made her mussels with linguine recipe, sauce made from scratch, simmered for a long time. Instead of linguine we had toasted baguette rounds that were perfect to soak up the sauce, Provencal.
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I eventually made the salmon cracker spread, very easy to make, lemony flavor. Too much lemon. I then got the idea to try a bagel spread, like lox and cream cheese. I found a Martha Stewart recipe. I’ll try that next time, and I’ll get some bagels. Gotta shake up breakfast.
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My problem with air travel from here is that the local airport, Salisbury, only has a few flights to the regional hub Charlotte. My itinerary has me flying out at about a quarter to 7 in the morning and laying over in Charlotte for 8 hours. The airport is 30 miles away from Crisfield. Getting a later flight would cost $300-400 more, and the cost of a one way flight is about the same. I ended up with a solution, take the airport shuttle, $85 cost, dependable service.
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The image is of the Puppy Flyer.

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