Ambition gives way to fun

Ambition gives way to fun

 

Monday August 3^rd 2020

 

The day had an ambitious start but somewhere in the afternoon progress was overtaken by fun.

 

We left the boat at about 9:30 taking with us the food shopping list, the fuel jerry cans and the trash (to be discarded).  Our first project was to pick up the life raft from the company that had re-inspected it.  The other goals were just add-ons!  We shuttled all the stuff from the dinghy to the car and set of to Tiverton, RI.  It was just after 9:30 am and already 85 F.  The abundant sunshine promised a very warm day.  Once we got to the life raft company, there was a little snafu with the inspection certificate that resulted in quite a delay.  I had been left in the car in the sun but soon had to bail out and find some shade.  It seemed like I stood in the shade of the building for an hour but probably it wasn’t that long.  Finally, Mike emerged to say we were all set to drive round to the loading dock and pick up the life raft.  Thankfully, an employee brought it out on a cart. We were soon on our way back to East Greenwich. 

 

Our second stop was the grocery store.  Holy mackerel!  Dave’s is an up-scale market but not that large.  The aisles are narrow and the place was jammed with people.  It’s not a grocery store that we know well so that added to the difficulty of moving smoothly through the shop collecting the items on our list.  I started to have a real freak-out when I found myself in the midst of four people who were WAY TOO CLOSE!  Mid-day is clearly not the time to go to Dave’s.  We dragged all the shopping over to the boat and unpacked and stowed everything. 

 

We had invited my brother, Paul, and his lovely wife, Francine over for a drink on our boat.  They called to suggest that we come to their shady back yard instead.  That was a good call as the temperature was in the high 90s (according to our car).  So we packed some sandwiches and sashayed over to their house.  This is where the ambition fizzled out.  We had a lovely time chatting with them outside and forgot all about filling our fuel jerries! 

 

Upon returning to the boat we took the engine off the dinghy and hoisted the inflatable onto the deck for round two of the patching.  Mike was unhappy with one of the patches he had re-glued in Sudbury.  He set to work on the repair while I started on the spice mix for chicken tacos (dinner).  After some amount of time Mike came down, grabbed a C-clamp and the plastic chopping board and scurried topsides.  I had a vivid mental image of what the “dumb dog” might look like with a cutting board permanently attached to the port-side tube!  Hopefully it won’t come to that.

 

Tomorrow we need to get working on our tropical storm preparations.  That was another job on today’s list that got postponed.  How does it go? All work and no play.... We would hate to be dull.

Gloria

Clamping a new patch repair on the "Dumb Dog"