Sailing Fortuitous

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.”

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.

Rimas has survived yet another passage, and lost yet another boat.

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.

It’s been a while…

In a truly mystifying turn of events, Rimas has cheated death once again.