hi ho, hi hee, the sailors life for me..Mouton Noir

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mouton Michael Jefferson 160

In my note at the bottom of this mornings checkin, I observed that the conditions were ideal for a romantic sailor, smooth, blue water, nice breeze, a cherry sunrise. Hah!!! Now I know why I abandoned the romantic philosophy of life many years ago!! No sooner had I sent the report, than dark, wet clouds covered the sky. The beautiful blue sea turned to a sullen, ominous gray. The previously smooth water became lumpy and chaotic, and worst of all, the pleasant breeze, about 12 knots or so, dropped to less than 2 knots. To make the day complete, the wind direction migrated from a lovely beam reach to a deep run, although thankfully still on starboard tack. So now we sit, broken hearted. Tried to sail fast, but can’t get started. THe boat is rocking , the sails are slatting, gear is banging and the quality of life generally has declined a lot. Too dark to get much charging from the solar panel, too cold to run around naked, offending the neighbors, no wind to run the wind generator, and thousands of dollars of very nice sails being rapidly degraded by the relentless snapping and slatting. Putting up lighter sails would only result in their destruction. According to the GRIB files supplied by the Lying Dog GRIB computer, we should be seeing 6 to 10 knots from forward of the beam. Pggst! I spit on the GRIB files!!!! But all is not lost!! I have a Kindle (and, not being romantic anymore, 2 spares) and lots of books. So Pttthh ocean!!!!! stick it where the sun don’t shine. Which seems to be all around us, come to think of it.
Waiting for better things, or Godot, whichever comes first.

Michael