November 7, 2019
Ft. Pierce, FL 
27.28.029 N
80.10.591 W



Wow!  What happened?  I didn’t wake up to WWIII this morning.  Apparently, the Pelican Squadron stood down today and I was able to sleep in a bit. 

However, Dale was anxious to get to the liquidator store early and purchase some larger electrical cable to rewire the wind generator.  Evidently, this was the solution to the extra voltage and he was hot on the trail to resolution.  Never a dull moment. 

On our way there, we passed an electrical box that had what looked like a photograph wrapped around it.  I remember Gerry telling us that the City had allowed the local graffiti artists to decorate the downtown electrical boxes.  New York has bulls, Jacksonville has manatees, Chicago has planters, Ft. Pierce has both planters and electrical boxes.  I thought it was a great idea.  Dale thought the locals would probably be annoyed that people were slowing down to photograph the artwork and holding up traffic. 




Back to the liquidator store.  I get a kick out of hardware stores and the like, basically because I see all sorts of gizmos that I think I could use for some totally different purpose other than that for which it was intended.  Today I found 2 right-hand gloves that would have fit the Jolly Green Giant.  They were really warm and furry inside (I think they were a type of lineman’s gloves) but here they were, just waiting for someone to put them on and start singing the muffin man song.  The owner laughed, Dale rolled his eyes and said that any woman that likes a hardware store is dangerous--knowing full well that we were on our way to Home Depot next.  I was left wondering where the left-hand gloves had gone. 



We returned to the boat so that Dale could work his magic and I could fill out insurance forms.  Our current insurance only covers us to the bottom of the Turks and Caicos, then we need another carrier who is willing to cover us not only through the Caribbean but also through the Pacific.  Our current broker told us ahead of time that this would require a new survey (thus the survey last week) and possibly two different underwriters, so now I’m filling out forms.  Forms for the insurance quotes, forms for activation of the satellite phone, you name it, there’s a form for it. 



Including going paperless at my bank.  Get a load of this, in order for me to turn off the paper statement to my grandchildren’s savings accounts that I created, I have to fill out a paper form for each one of them and mail it in.  What?  Let me get this straight!  Every envelope I received from the bank says “Go Paperless” but when I try, I have to file a piece of paper for each account, by mail; it can’t be done online.  There seems to be a disconnect somewhere!  Ugh!!

We ended the day with Dale declaring with pride (but not quite thumping his chest) that not only had he rewired the wind generator, he had made me another shelf after I had come up with a concept of what to do with the ice maker cabinet; and he had made it happen in a single day!