Thursday,
June 25, 2020
Quarantine
Anchorage (Sailor/Wuflu Jail), Grenada – Day 8/9
12.02.484N
61.45.411W
First: Corona isn't Trump's fault, Ebola wasn't
Obama's, Sars wasn't Bush's and only a handful of Herpes cases were Clinton's.
Another day of nothing
really to report. There were several
more boats that left the quarantine area today; you could actually see the anchorage
emptying out. By noon, a steady stream of
boats started taking their place. The
boats closest to us left and within an hour, they were replaced with new ones. We kept a sharp eye out for anyone trying to
anchor in front of us as we have about 200’ of chain deployed and didn’t want
them to disturb the anchor.
Dale kept busy doing
more bright work. He also thought that
he would tighten the hex screws on the steering wheel as it had become wobbly with
all of the hand steering during our transit.
Of course, as with all boats, nothing is ever easy. What started out as tightening a few screws
became an, oh crap! it needs to be soldered.
Apparently, there were points around the wheel holding the spokes in
place that have broken. So, add another item
to our list of things that need to be repaired once we get out of quarantine.
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| Stolen from Nicky's Blog |
By evening, the wind
picked up and after watching a Disney movie prior to bedtime we had a sudden
downpour. By the time we had scurried
around the boat closing all of the hatches, we were soaked. Hopefully, tomorrow, with any kind of luck, we’ll
find all of the Saharan dust has been washed off. We ended the day by taking down the shade
cloths we had put up yesterday. The wind
was picking up to the point where they were becoming sails and we didn’t want
to drag during the night.
Finally: (since this is such a short post and this joke
was too good to leave out) . . . The AMA has weighed in on the administration's
Corona Strategy: The Allergists were in favor of scratching it, but the
Dermatologists advised not to make any rash moves.
The Gastroenterologists had sort of a gut
feeling about it, but the Neurologists thought the Administration had a lot of
nerve.
Meanwhile, Obstetricians felt certain everyone
was laboring under a misconception, while the Ophthalmologists considered the
idea shortsighted.
Pathologists yelled, “Over my dead body!” while
the Pediatricians said, “Oh, grow up!”
The Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was
madness, while the Radiologists could see right through it.
Surgeons decided to wash their hands of the
whole thing and the Internists claimed it would indeed be a bitter pill to
swallow.
The Plastic Surgeons opined that this proposal
would “put a whole new face on the matter.”
The Podiatrists thought it was a step forward,
but the Urologists were pissed off at the whole idea.
Anesthesiologists thought the whole idea was a
gas, and those lofty Cardiologists didn’t have the heart to say no.
In the end, the Proctologists won out, leaving
the entire decision up to the assholes in Washington.aboring under a
misconception, while the Ophthalmologists considered the idea shortsighted.
Pathologists yelled, “Over my dead body!” while the
Pediatricians said, “Oh, grow up!”
The Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was
madness, while the Radiologists could see right through it.
Surgeons decided to wash their hands of the whole
thing and the Internists claimed it would indeed be a bitter pill to swallow.
The Plastic Surgeons opined that this proposal would
“put a whole new face on the matter.”
The Podiatrists thought it was a step forward, but
the Urologists were pissed off at the whole idea.
Anesthesiologists thought the whole idea was a gas,
and those lofty Cardiologists didn’t have the heart to say no.
In the end, the Proctologists won out, leaving the
entire decision up to the assholes in Washington.aboring under a misconception,
while the Ophthalmologists considered the idea shortsighted.
Pathologists yelled, “Over my dead body!” while the
Pediatricians said, “Oh, grow up!”
The Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was
madness, while the Radiologists could see right through it.
Surgeons decided to wash their hands of the whole
thing and the Internists claimed it would indeed be a bitter pill to swallow.
The Plastic Surgeons opined that this proposal would
“put a whole new face on the matter.”
The Podiatrists thought it was a step forward, but
the Urologists were pissed off at the whole idea.
Anesthesiologists thought the whole idea was a gas,
and those lofty Cardiologists didn’t have the heart to say no.
In the end, the Proctologists won out, leaving the
entire decision up to the assholes in Washington.
Wednesday,
June 24, 2020
Quarantine
Anchorage (Sailor/Wuflu Jail), Grenada – Day 7/8
12.02.484N
61.45.411W
This corona quarantine
has given my husband Alzheimers!!! He
doesn't remember what he ever saw in me.
It’s officially been 1
week since we arrived in WuFlu Jail. We
watched a couple of boats leave but rather surprised as to how few. Our neighbors to the left of us dinghied in
this morning but so far, haven’t returned.
We figure they’ll be leaving soon as you can’t do anything on shore
until you’ve cleared customs after testing.
Besides that, we’ve
settled into our school routine. Dale
busied himself cleaning some of the rust stains on the sides of the boat and
then polished the chrome on the two pulpits and anchor sleeve.
In the evening, once the
wind died down, we hoisted the jib so that we could turn the camber spar to the
side that fits in the cover best. When
we last lowered it, the wind was blowing at a pretty good clip and it settled
on the wrong side to put the cover back on.
Once the cover was in place, we felt that we could deploy the sun shades
as we haven’t dragged in a couple of days.
We did tie them higher than usual so that in case of an emergency, we
could move without having to take them down.
Nothing more to
report. All is well.
Finally: Where’s your husband?....In
the garden….I didn’t see him…. You just
need to dig a little.
