Slacker blog.....

The second week of chores and getting ready, with the dock partially clearing of "stuff".  My word was crap.  As in what is all that crap out there and why can't we put it away.  The answer was pretty unprintable.  The bimini poles are stacked on deck, the tape is still not removed from the deck painting in the photo...proves we did something in this heat.  We are both probably losing weight with the work we are doing, and thankful that David showed up to help out.  We did give him the option of waiting a week before he came down.  And boy, are we glad he  came when he did.  Murray and Koa are in their usual position, waiting for something to happen, like a hose down or a beach trip.

David, who is a forest service firefighter, graduate of the University  of Alaska, and general adventurer, looks pretty happy.  At the end of the day, after reinstalling freezer equipment, cleaning crap (there's that word again) out of a bilge hose, going to Punta de Mita to buy surf board, shopping with Robert, swimming with the new boogie board (the guy is into toys), and other misc. stuff - fell into bed almost right after us.  He has plans of climbing volcanoes in different Central American countries.  Ok.  We will watch.

This spinnaker got wet - we tried to do a float test on it.  We call it the snail slime and it has, in the past been a secret weapon-in the Runga Kutta race:  we were stalled out at the South Tower in the fog, SFO bay, with the foghorn reverberating through our bodies, frustrated at not moving against the flood.  All the other boats were crowded around us, and when we hauled out the snail slime, pulled it up and started moving, we heard awe.  We could move.  One startled voice, as we slid by, yelled, "What is THAT?"
We have been trying to dry it for days from the float test - flying it as shown above did not work - wind came up.  Robert almost got pulled off the deck.  I tried to dry it on the lawn near the harbormaster's office and some gardener said I was on private property and no amount of "no entiende" could convice him to let me stay.  So we fly it and dry it another day.  That is manana  for here.
I labeled this the Slacker Blog, as I am below, in front of the fan while the guys are on deck working.  Us journalistas gots to stay on top of life.  Right.