Well, they’re mostly not buoys, but whatever.
Even with the late start to the sailing season, I got my spring maintenance tasks in while it was still technically spring. Very late spring.
I’ve been playing the New York Times crossword puzzle, despite the fact that it is frequently irritating to me.
Sure, it’s probably one of the four horses mentioned in Revelation, but hey, like I always say, “Ride that apocalypse horse, baby!”
My avid reader(s) may recall that I also have a boat.
Fortuitous definitely still exists. I took a year off of writing boat logs in 2018 and then a year off of sailing in 2019, but like a turd of uncanny buoyancy, surprise: I’m back.Continue Reading "Kind of Blue"
It is a little-known fact that “ukulele” means “quarantine” in the Hawaiian language. It was a loan word, originally borrowed from a 19th century Portuguese sailor’s onomatopoeia that loosely translates to “there’s nothing to do on this island.”Continue Reading "Ukulele In Lieu Of"
Hello. Everything is normal. There is nothing unusual going on. I went for a routine walk in my home town of Vincentown, NJ and only needed one rubber glove and a bottle of Purell. Things are just starting to sprout and flower, as they’re apt to do in early Spring. Just like normal.Continue Reading "Nothing Unusual Going On"
Rimas has survived yet another passage, and lost yet another boat.Continue Reading "Farewell to Mimsy"
A storm by any other name…
Explosive cyclogenesis, a bomb cyclone, a weather bomb, bombogenesis, explosive development, nucular [sic] winter, the beast from the nor’east—although sources will tell you that the naming convention has to do with rapidly dropping barometric pressure, others will tell you that it’s overblown weather rhetoric.Continue Reading "Cyclonic Bombogenesis"
It’s been a while…Continue Reading "Double Trouble"