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|Thursday, August 11th, 2011|
|Thursday, August 4th, 2011|
I scored a Pottermore signup today for the Beta!
Have validated and now await the welcome email as they start to roll up the load in the system.
|Thursday, June 16th, 2011|
I really want to figure out if I can do shows again...
guess I'd better get back to the torch and the kiln and see if I can work with my wonky vision...
sick of IT work....
sick of it....
|Saturday, April 9th, 2011|
|sailboats, rebuilding, dad..
I spent the day rebuilding an old Snark Sunflower sailing dinghy at a friends house today. It needed new transom plates, a new mast brace, some new hardware. The mast brace pins are reglued into the hull. The new wooden parts are all sanded and have their first coat of varnish. I know now how I'll deal with our bent mast (reverse it, put the bent end up high until I can source better tubing to fabricate a new one). An original rudder will be hung tomorrow replacing the oddball previous user fabbed part and then I'll do a dry fit of all the parts/mast/sail on the stands to make sure she'll be ready to sail for the first time come Tuesday.
I was thinking today, tonight, about working with all the parts, making the new ones from wood. This is the kind of thing that Dad would have liked.
He would have approved.
that felt good.....
|Sunday, March 20th, 2011|
I'd forgotten how much fun it is to drive a stick. I like our other car a lot, but it's a lot of fun to to feel torque converted into power even with the puny engine of the 'scort. Bombing around in it with the windows down this morning while I fixed a few things, washed it, filled it up with hi-test is a lot of fun. vroom VROOM!
|Friday, February 25th, 2011|
After a longer time than I ever thought it would take..
through many trials untold...
I passed the medical flight check for a pilot with monocular vision...
I got the Statement Of Demonstrated Ability. Not only that, I also had the okay from FAA Medical to take the alternative color vision/light gun test and passed that as well..
I now have an unrestricted Class III flight medical, for the first time, well, ever......
I got my wings back...
the solo reposition flight in my CFI's plane from my home airport to his airport was the sweetest .4 of an hour I've yet to fly....
|Saturday, January 1st, 2011|
no real big new years resolutions this year...
I'll try to read more.. up my number of books completed in the new year..
otherwise, putting one foot in front of the other...
|Wednesday, December 15th, 2010|
if I had any other viable option I'd not cross my office door here tomorrow
shortsighted egotistical luddites
they think they understand technology
they have no clue
we will tell a contract programmer that no, indeed, the way you are doing things does make a lot of sense, would be the best way to do it, we all agreed to it in the beginning, now however upper management would rather you do it this brain dead, rube goldberg way that is error-laden and prone to failure. oh, and they want it working this new way by the end of the year. yes, we understand you are off a week and a half between now and then, and most of our staff is also unavailable, however, we still want what we want
and this is just part of the stupidity that has gone on this day...
I am physically ill today over how everything has gone...
none of this is worth it Current Mood: frustrated
|Friday, December 3rd, 2010|
that answered that question as to if I'm starting grad school this coming spring semester or not. At least I got a direct answer from the company after I forced a face to face meeting today. I didn't let them just 'forget' to get back to me or 'forget' to read my email until it was too late. I'm a lot more direct and forceful than I use to be.
I won't let it get me down for long. At least I know for this application cycle. This was probably a bad fit anyway... The next will be better. Plus, I won't have so much other stuff going on, not quite so much turmoil in my life, I hope...
onwards.... Current Mood: blah
|Thursday, December 2nd, 2010|
watching the 1935 Midsummers Night Dream on TCM with a VERY young Mickey Rooney as Puck...
he is very disturbing as Puck..........
I'm ready for life to stop sucking right now...
Started out the first day of november with losing my father unexpectantly. All the mess, headaches, depression, stress from that, siblings, estate, lack of planning, responsibilities...
and work.. always problematic, is building to a banner month now. rumors of possible layoffs, or across the board pay cuts, or all kinds of other stuff that might be about to happen... or not.... dance monkey, dance.....
need I mention we are fast pushing into the end of the year and the start of '11? project expectations are being reset and the big push is on to get yet more and more and more and more done before the end of '10. Doesn't matter that every day of the month has someone else out in our department through the rest of the year... come on monkey... you can dance harder... dance I tell you.. I demmand of you.. dance....
school... needless to say, it's all up in the air now. go, no go, all dependant on others and all looking rather unlikely given all that has happened and is about to happen and is going on...
I'm ready for life to stop sucking right now... Current Mood: depressed
|Tuesday, September 28th, 2010|
|After the Rain...
Sunday it dawned a messy foggy day. Even though I was up at the airport getting a new sectional, I really didn't expect things to get any better during the day. Kathy and I mucked about the hanger a bit on some minor chores, went and got lunch and then watched the sky try to start to clear. We decided we'd give it a handful of hours and see about an afternoon flight if the wind slacked off some and the clouds continued to improve.
Sometime around three I was online and chatted with Kathy in IM, the sky was calling, were we going to answer?
Did it expect otherwise?
At the airport, preflighted, some air put into the grumpy right main we were soon taxing out. Going past the south hangers we chanced to spot the yellow and blue stearman that is kept there, pulled out, the wings being swept of dust once more. Someday I will get over to their hanger when they have her pulled out and introduct myself. I'd sure like to beg a ride in one someday. She's a pretty plane.
The sky was blue, the winds were kind and Kathy was on her game. Some pattern practice at GPM and then we headed down to Lancaster for the crosswinds. The fields all cut of their crops, summer has given way to fall, a chill in the air, the cockpits again liveable down low under the shelf. We've had so much rain this year, all the stock ponds are full. Things looked fresh washed and clean from our Saturday storms.
Once done at LNC we headed down to Midway, hearing a glider and tow in the air and then returning, we made a low pass on the runway to check out the construction. Quite a runway they are retrofitting out there. A great field, an even better group of pilots. We head on out to the practice area.
I get to fly a little from the right seat, it's been far too many months since I banked and wove back and forth. Picking on some cow pastures, a few 360 turns left and right as muscle memory I thought dormant woke up and began to correct once more. I see TSA Gliderport, we keep an eye out for gliders even as we hear the glider and tow take off from Midway once more. Carol's doing the tow, the gliders radio is quiet, muted, I guess a handheld. We catch site of what looks to be the scout or citabria pulling the glider aloft off the pilots wing. Located a good bit off, silhouetted black against the blue sky they climb ever upwards. Our courses are more or less parallel as they climb. We watch as the rope is let go, the tow looks to dive left and the glider to the right and up, free from its bonds it soars. We watch it seek, find, then enter a tight climbing turn in a thermal as they fly free.
Smiling we head back towards home, over the outer finger of Joe Pool lake we catch site of another plane. This one is doing wingovers, back and forth, up and down, laughing in the wind it has biplane yellow wings and a blue fuselage. Our stearman is up having fun over the lake. You can't blame him, it's turned into a beautiful afternoon.
Kathy takes the plane back as she calls the tower at Grand Prairie. They clear us a direct to 35, call approaching I-20 at our still sleepy little airport. Another fine landing and we are heading back to our hanger, passing one of the rental 172s getting ready to go up and a C140 at the fuel pumps about to fill up. Seems some others are about to fly as we all wake up to the call after the rain.
|Saturday, September 11th, 2010|
|A pilot, a sailboat
There's a pilot I fly with a lot in her airplane. She lets me fly by myself if I want. We were students together in flight training and I like helping her out with her plane. Today I finally got her out on one of the club boats. A bit of a late start and it was rather hot and humid today. Wind this morning let her get a bit of the feel of how the boat works. She'd sailed once before, when at camp as a child. She said this was a totally different experience, for one thing she didn't dump the boat over and have to swim for shore.
We ran down the lake. It's up somewhere between 6 and 10 feet from all the rain dumped lately. The water cloudy, not nearly so clear. Back and forth we worked the boat, she at first doing some work with the jib sheets, then I turned over the tiller and let her play helmsman for a bit. By the end of the day she's hooked. Tonight she's told me I've shot out of the water the "I don't like sailboats" mentality. She wants to go again when the wind is up higher.
Flying the wing of an airplane, or the sails of a boat, it's hard for a pilot not to get hooked once they feel the life in the wings.
A good day.
|Thursday, September 9th, 2010|
FAA Medical says it's in "final review"...
Do I get worried now?
|Saturday, September 4th, 2010|
|a change of boat...
For our sailing adventure today John and I were to be on Brown Eyed Girl again. However one of the other club members had her out yesterday in 20+ mph winds singlehanding her and shredded the mainsail halyard. Thus rending the boat unsailable today. There had been some talk of John and I perhaps replacing the halyard on BEG today but the maintenance director says we really should drop the mast and check the sheave at the top for damage before we run a new halyard through it. That leaves us out of the job. :) It's time to find another boat on this beautiful morning. Did I mention our low hit 60 last night? Fall is heading to Texas in a hurry!
A quick check of the boats yields that Sunny Side Up is available so I snag her for our afternoon sail. SSU is our most basic Catalina 22 in the program. She has no lifelines, is a swing keel, no furling jib. She is about as no frill of a Cat22 as you will ever find. John was running a bit behind getting to the marina so I started setting the boat up for our sail. No furler means we have to hank-on the jib. Digging through the vberth I find all sorts of extra sails. 110 or 150? As light as the wind is today I think we'll want the larger jib. Dragging the bag out on deck I slide the flaked sail out and carry it forward. Hanking on a jib means that you orient it in the correct direction and then clip the sliding clips (also called hanks) to the forestay. Attach the jib halyard to the top of the jib and the bottom leech to a clip that's part of the forestay and one side is done. Going through the cabin again I find a pair of good lines to use for jib sheets. A couple of bowlines are tied in the clew of the jib then the port and starboard sheets are run through their blocks and made ready. I bundled up the jib in the bow pulpit and bungeed it in place with a bungee I scavenged from one of the other club boats. That wasn't so tough. I remember the first time John showed me how to set up the jib on SSU. It seems like a lot of work back then. Now it's really no sweat.
John arrives and we push off and head out. The wind is pretty dead early on so we motorsail on our way. It takes about an hour before we hit the other marina to take a break with a coke. We see what looks like a little wind so we head back out only to be skunked again for a while. We can see wind on the water down the lake more towards the dam so into the water the iron genny (otherwise known as our motor) goes once more. We move into the area that's showing some wind I try to catch what I can. Watching the wind slowly building we decide to give it a shot again and shut down the engine. I ask John if he wants to try running downwind with the whisker pole and go wing on wing for a bit. He agrees and sets the pole. As I pull in the jib sheet I nudge the tiller just a bit more to port and watch both sails fill with wind. What a petty site to see is SSU in a wing on wing sail configuration with full sails. We run a long time towards the dam in this configuration, noticing behind us that the wind has now filled in and and there's a steady wind all the way across the lake.
Before to long it's time to take down the whisker pole and jibe the back of the boat through the wind. An easy jibe later we run along the face of the dam, close hauled to the freshening wind. Finally, a bit of real sailing speed. All too soon though it's time to head in. I tack us and take up a close hauled course heading straight for the marina. SSU is really sailing nicely now with the wind. There's a lot of satisfaction to be had with a boat that is tuned well on her course with the wind when she takes you directly to where you want to go.
An easy trip back has me I finessing her into her slip with a wind on my tail. Just a bit of reverse on the motor to slow us down and John steps off and ties up her bow. A successful sail on a fully manual boat! Taking down the jib we take it over to the covered dock area and lay it out, flaking the jib (folding it in a specific, neat) manner we stow it in the bag for the next sailor. Why did I ever dread this boat before, she's a LOT of fun to sail!
Walking up the dock towards the parking lot we spooked a school of perch and chad on the surface of the water of one of the slips. They skipped and slid along the surface, speeding away and turning down to dive, a rainbow flash of their scales as they dove deeper into the gray green water. A fitting end to a good days sail.
|Sunday, August 29th, 2010|
|just a little wind...
I knew on my drive to the marina in the predawn hour this would be a good day on the lake. The wind was already blowing at six am. The most recent forecast called for 10 mph, the one a bit earlier said 10 to 15, gusts to 20. From the looks of the wind this morning we'd be in for the 10 to 15 with excitement at 20!
I had the boat about halfway ready to depart when the text came through. "Here!" it said, I could tell she was excited. I texted her back and started heading down the dock to let her through the gate when I saw her already halfway to me. Someone else let her through before I got there. We had to laugh at that this morning. A few more moments at the dock and the motor was in the water, started, and warming up. We cast off and pulled out of the slip. We talked a bit as we headed out, I turned the tiller over to her and pointed where we needed to go while I untied and stowed the fenders, making the lines ready to deploy the sails. I bobbled the job on one of the fenders, it escaped my grasp, and plunked into the water. She turned the boat, not quite on a dime as we were just idling along, while I reached inside the cabin for an oar. It only took a moment and we soon had our wayward fender back corralled, back aboard, and headed out again.
The breeze was certainly fresher than it had been even yesterday. I told her it held great promise for her, as I wisely put on my sailing gloves. The last thing I needed was a rope burn today as I manhandled the lines to leave her to enjoy the sail. It only took a few moments to hoist the main and the boat fell off into an easy starboard beam reach as I went aft to kill the motor, lifting it out of the water in the sudden silence as the sound of the wind filled our ears. As we deployed the jib from the furler it snapped tight with the wind load and the boat instantly wanted to heel. We were on our way for an exhilarating day of sailing. It was by far the most wind I've sailed in without a crew to help, but for the most part it was easily handled.
I was a bit slow on some of my tacks, had an angry flapping jib in the breeze who didn't always want to be tamed, but a bit of effort on the lines soon brought it back into place. We must have crossed the lake 4 or 5 times by the time we first checked our time, only 8:30? A bare hour and a half with this much distance already covered? Certainly a far different day on the water for her! I decided to head down the lake a bit, show her a few other bits so took up a broad reach, nearly a run as we ran downwind. Broad reaching into a run is generally the slowest feeling point of sail, also the hottest as you get very little relative wind, but today the gusts kept things fresh for us. Our first warning was evident for increasing gusts for us. One I thought a little about, but didn't give it the attention it probably deserved.
I headed up out of our nearly dead run, pulling in on the main sheet and the jib as the energy of the wind transfered through the sails. Into a bounding gallop the boat turned, spray rising as the bow came slicing through the water, the waves building on the lake. The wind was gusting now, heeling us harder over, making me work harder with the mainsheet to keep us depowered enough not to toss my guest into the sole of the cockpit. Tacking back and forth under the higher winds at times made for some great fun single handed, not always pretty, but doable. I decided that if it was going to keep gusting this way it was time to reduce the amount of sail we were carrying. With the roller furler it's an easy job winding the jib down to about half its normal size, reducing our total sail area by at least a quarter, if not a full third.
Gone was the bounding boat and overpowered jib for the most part, but still, on occasion, we had spray over the foredeck in the gusts. The smaller jib left things much more manageable for single hand operation, we continued our sailing, back and forth again. Around the time I cut our jib down in size several other of the larger sailboats came out of the marina to play and the four or five of us danced back and forth across our end of the lake in a silent ballet of gigantic proportions. Following one another, one tacking here, there, another falling off, falling behind or turning before. At times we were close enough to call out across the water and converse, our words carried out on the wind, if only for a moment, as we quietly slipped past one another.
All too soon our time was coming to an end, John needed Brown Eyed Girl back for a birthday sail he had planned with some of his friends. Back towards our marina we headed, easily reached with the wind we had today we motored up, put away our sails and I had my guest take us back into the marina. Around the far side we went, I intended to tie the boat up on the big pier to make it easy for John. Getting in as much practice coming alongside and docking in this manner as I can under a variety of conditions is fun. I brought the boat in, spun her in the channel and knew I wouldn't make the cut I wanted on the pier as the wind was now pushing me up against it much more quickly than I was moving forward. We reached out in case we needed to brace the boat and touched down on our side lightly on the fenders. What, was I worried? Clambering over the pier railing, having my guest hold the back of the boat to the dock, I reached for the bowline I had already prepared and set. Walking the boat forward on the dock I soon had her tied off at the cut fore and aft.
A very full day of sailing this morning. The winds according to the wind graph shows them starting at 8 mph at 7 am, averaging quickly to around 14, gusting 22. Because of the new conditions I could feel my skill set growing, my decision making expanding. A few things I might have done differently today, perhaps a bit earlier, but overall a very successful day of sailing. I think I managed to fulfill my guest's want for excitement on the water in a good way. I certainly had a good time out there with a very good friend.
|Saturday, August 28th, 2010|
|A lesson... his, and mine...
This morning my little brother wanted to sail with me. I took him out a couple of weeks ago and he was so excited about it that he bought his own pair of sailing gloves. I figured it was time for him to go out again and learn a bit more.
I got to the marina early, made the boat ready and headed for the big pier to try docking at the cut out in the railing again. The wind was dead this morning so I wouldn't have to fight it to get into position this time. I stayed well inside of the channel markers, but a bit wide of the boats in their slips and somehow managed to find a sand bar hidden under the water with my keel. It was one of those moments of "that felt odd, what just happened, why did we stop moving..." The first time I've ever run a sailboat aground. This, in the supposedly safe channel. I knew that 'deeper' water should be towards the marina so I moved to sit on that side of the boat and leaned out to help heel the boat to shallow up the keel a little. I also put the motor in reverse. Now I know why they never talk about using the motor much to help in an aground situation. A little 4 hp outboard trying to unstick a 2400 pound sailboat is almost amusing. With a bit of judicious wiggling and gunning of the motor as well as leaning way out on the boat towards the marina I managed to free the boat from the sandbar. That could have been mighty embarrassing, having to call the club director to tell him I stuck a boat hard in the sand. There were a few powerboats starting to move about, I probably could have gotten a tow out, but without knowing exactly how the sandbar ran I would have been really leery of getting someone to pull me off it unless they were to pull me straight back from whence I came. Well, lesson learned. I will stick closer to the marina piers and not trust the channel markers quite so much in the future. Still, it wasn't too bad, I may have stuck her, but I also managed to unstick her without anyone else's help.
Since I was free of the sandbar I continued my approach to the big pier without any wind to bother me and managed to place Brown Eyed Girl right up against the cut in the pier this time. A quick tie up and it was time to wait for my brother. Once he arrived I put him aboard the boat and told him it was a day of learning for him, was he game? I talked him through starting the outboard, once it was going I untied the boat and pushed us off. I let him motor us out of the marina, steering well clear of the sandbar this time!
We had pretty consistent wind today, it wasn't especially strong, but it was a nice break from those dog days of August we'd been stuck in for so long. A bit of talk, a few examples to show how things worked and I soon had him in the helmsman's seat. I worked the jib for him while he handled the mainsheet and decided when we would tack. He did pretty good for his first real day at the tiller. Only a few accidental tacks and I only had to warn him away from an accidental jibe twice. I hadn't intended to have him do any real jibes today but on a couple of occasions they were the best answer to the movement puzzle so I talked him through them. I think he's got a good sense of the danger of an accidental one, but is also now well on his way to understanding them and not being afraid of them.
I let him sail for about 3/4 of our time today before I took the tiller back to get in some practice of my own. This time I put him on the jib sheets, explaining that before you can be a skipper, you've got to understand how to work all the parts of the boat, and how all the pieces come together in order to have a well functioning and efficient sailing vessel.
All in all it was a nice day on the water again. I learned several new things, and even got too teach a little. The student survived, as did the boat. I think we'll call it a win!
|Friday, August 27th, 2010|
This morning dawned cool, fall is attempting to arrive, if only for a short while in north central Texas. It was quiet this morning at the marina as I made the boat ready for my sail with John. I knew he was going to be a little late to arrive today so I had something new I wanted to try to do.
I made my ropes ready, tied my bowlines, affixed them to the cleats on the foredeck and rear on the starboard side. The motor was in the water, warmed up, ready to go. I cast off the springlines from the boat and backed her out. The first of the firsts for the day. A solo departure from the slip. I worked my way around to the other side of the marina. On the main pier of the marina is an open area where you can tie up for a short while and allow guests to board/depart. That was my target this morning.
I made my way towards the area when my phone rang. John was in the parking lot, I told him what I was doing, he said he'd come watch. Joking with me from the dock not to scrape anything hard like the big Catalina 30 we saw a couple of weeks ago do, I came in on the far side of the channel, close to the other boats in their slips. It's a bit narrow here and I wanted to turn the 22 foot boat and lay her on the starboard side against the pier. John had grown quiet as he watched me work. The goal was to place her at one of the cuts in the pier. As I finished my turn and watched how strong the wind was pushing me at the dock I knew I wasn't going to make it unless I put in a lot of power. Discretion is the better part of valor and I took what was offered. Angling her just so I touched her down on the fenders lightly against the pier and tied off the stern. John asked for a rope for the foredeck until I pointed it it was already tied on under his nose. A successful solo docking at the main pier! Great things are on tap for the day.
The rest of the day we spent enjoying the cooler temperatures and a consistent 10 mph wind. We made our way all the way to the other end of the lake to the big sand beach before turning around and heading back. We worked our way back and forth, tacking as we went, moving upwind. Stopping at Twin Coves for a quick lunch, we were soon back on the water. The lake was very quiet this friday with everyone in school or work except a very select few. With but a few lulls we had very consistent wind today. The temporary fix of our boom-vang broke on the water at one point, the rope that had been lashing it to the mast parted. I rummaged around the cabin and came up with another short length and re-lashed the block in place, a few minutes later and all the hardware was functional again! Amazing what a sailor can do with a bit of rope ;)
I took a tip from John and followed his example for a while today. While John was skippering the boat I went forward and stretched out on the foredeck. Laying in the shade of the jib with my hands behind my head I reflected on how far I've come in a short time. Until the class in June I'd never sailed a boat, now I was able to single hand a 22 foot Catalina, have developed some new friends, and learned a whole lot of new things. There are a lot of nice things in the world you know, but at that moment, laying in the cool breeze, listening the water lap against the hull as we sailed, it was hard to remember many better.
|Thursday, August 26th, 2010|
|and then the wind died..
On Sunday the 15th, after my excellent early morning sail with a friend, I had set up to go back out with John in the club boats. He arrived while my friend and I were cooling off in the snack shack on the marina. They got to meet and seemed to like each other. An offer extended for her to stay and sail on with us but alas she had to go.
We headed out to the boat that was still ready to go. Before long we pushed off and headed out. We put up the sails and set course to Little Petes again for a late lunch. The nice light wind we'd had so early in the morning for my first sail left us in the heat of the day. The perils of sailing during the dog days of summer in Texas. We tried to find a point of sail to work us towards the other marina but what little wind we had was fickle. First it'd be from the southwest, then it would switch to the northeast. Mostly it would leave us baking in the sun.
We discussed our options and put the motor in the water. A full fuel tank, we knew there would be no problems, so we motorsailed our way to the marina. The only other sailboat we saw that afternoon was a Catalina 30 who had her sails stowed and was briskly motoring her way across the lake. We weren't the only ones to decide to cheat.
Lunch was good, cool, and refreshing. The waitress offered to put some iced tea in a couple of cups for us to take with us which we gratefully accepted. Out back on the water the wind seemd a little fresher, we sailed towards the far shore of the lake a bit then tacked to set a course to head down towards the dam and more towards our marina. We made it about halfway before the wind died on us again. In fits and starts the wind would come back to tease us but mother nature was all tuckered out. We gave in and dropped the motor again, stowed our sails and headed in.
An afternoon where we didn't get a lot of 'sailing' in. A little light air sailing here and there, but a lot of motorsailing to be had. The afternoon not quiet so good as the morning, but all in all, a good day on the water.
|Sunday, August 15th, 2010|
|a friend in need of a break..
A friend of mine needed a break from her world and this morning I was happy to help. We'd discussed it earlier in the week, she needed wind, water, and sun. A date was set and this morning dawned party cloudy and warm. We arrived at the marina around 7:30 this morning, picking up the gate key we were soon walking down the sleepy dock and talking quietly.
Before long we had the boat unlocked and made ready, a pull, two on the motor and the engine started easily. It idled quietly as I finished the last of work to push off. My friend finished rolling up the sail cover and stashed it in the cabin as I undid the lines. I question, was she ready, an affirmation, and I pushed back as I stepped aboard and set the motor in reverse.
In the early morning light, the sun muted behind the widely scattered clouds we headed out of the marina. A few fishermen, a kayak, were all to be seen. Even over the sound of the idling motor the early morning seemed to make us talk quietly. The things we talked about were minor, little things, smiles, laughs, I could see some of the tension begin to ease from her frame.
Before long we were beyond the point as I had her move to the tiller a quick lesson, the bow moves opposite of the tiller, tiller towards trouble, keep the windex atop the mast pointed at our bow and I'll raise the mainsail. She joked that I had a lot of confidence in her, I told her of course I do. The sail was raised and we fell off on a broad reach while I moved back to the tiller. Killing the motor I raised it out of the water. Another offer of the tiller, keep the bow pointed in this direction and I'll bring out the jib. More joking about trust while she handled the tiller like an old pro the jib was unfurled and we picked up speed.
We sailed back and forth this morning in the light winds. Conversation was as light as the wind, a few minor discussions about what I was doing with the lines on the boat, how to convince her to sail upwind, downwind, across the wind. The wind stayed steady enough and the fishermen were sleeping in that I braved shooting the channel between the shore and the little island this morning. It was nice to see her smile again, to watch her put away some of the things on her mind if only for a little while.
After a bit I asked her if she'd like a swim, she jumped at the offer and I made a line ready and tied it to a flotation cushion. I hove the boat to and threw it behind us, lowered the swim ladder and warned her to stay close to the line while she swam, the wind was fairly light and variable and I wasn't sure I could keep the boat hove-to for long, if we started moving again to grab the rope and that way I could leave her behind. She swam some, the wind played it's tricks, I kept putting us back in the hove-to to keep us fairly still in the water, the next time I'll just anchor. She had fun, before long she was climbing back aboard, a hand offered, accepted and she was soaking up the sun once more.
We sailed a bit more, while the wind was lasting. I had been single handing the sails all morning so that she could enjoy her day. I offered to let her try her hands with the lines, just to feel the wind, to see what she thought. I think she had fun for the bit that we sailed on with her on the lines.
Time waits for no one it seems. Before too long our time was up and it was time to head back. Moving her back to the tiller she pointed us into the wind as I furled the jib. Lowering the mainsail I tied it to the boom and put out our fenders. Into the marina we went and she was soon stepping off the boat onto the dock to hold us tight to the side by our lifelines as I set the springlines.
Were we successful? The smile she had as she left seemed to tell the tale. There will be more days on the water for her. I'm glad she accepted the offer. A low key, yet very fun morning sharing something with a good friend.
Till my next adventure.