Getting up to date

We’ve been in a strange holding-pattern slash striving-for-progress kind of time. While waiting for our engine parts in Onset, we tried setting up the Monitor only to find out that the Dyneema line we’d chosen slides off the blocks because it’s too thin. Rolling with the punches, we just installed the wheel adapter (what a good deal we got!) and drank more than usual (or maybe just stared at shit) through the holiday weekend. We wouldn’t have wanted to be sailing on Memorial Day weekend anyway (retch), and we were lulled into complacency by the idea that the corporatized Texas monster of a marina had ordered our engine parts, to be delivered on Tuesday. When we arrived by dinghy, a respectful time after they opened, to ask when to expect the delivery to arrive, the newly-back-from-(motherfucking)-Vegas parts manager shifted into the retail version of panic mode. That, of course, set off my (Dena’s) sympathy mode because, yeah, been there. She said she’d call when the person I’d talked to got back in. I called her about 1pm and she admitted both that the parts had never been ordered and that the other person had been wrong about a 1-day delivery. Incensed and now delayed by five fucking days for no fucking reason, we left on the next day’s outgoing tide. Yeah, that’s right we said it was a “Safe Harbor” marina. What ‘ev’s. New Bedford‘s Niemic Marine had the parts, except the actual broken bolt. We decided that was good enough but bellyached mightily about the harbor full of empty moorings where we would have been happy to anchor. We paid, we ate, we showered. We also got the parts and fixed the engine. And then we went sailing to the Narragansett. And here’s where I let go of the[…]

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