It lives! Just though I'd let everyone know that the GPS is not dead after all! Fired it up last night and it works just fine. Hmmm, makes me wonder if we didn't have ghosts aboard afterall. The spontaneous spurting of the carafe, presumed dead GPS, batten lost, missing flashlight from the companion way that seems to have completely disappeared into thin air? Makes me think that maybe I ought to start asking questions about that raggedy monkey that's on board. :)
Also, I think some of you knew that I had a message on my cell phone from who I thought to be Jennifer's beau Tim indicating we had lost a batten. Well, further discussion with Tim yesterday a.m. indicates that the batten popped out shortly after we hoisted the sail in O'side harbor! He observed this via binoculars watching us leave the harbor and made an attempt to let us know but of course my cell phone was buried below deck. But of course it doesn't matter that we lost the batten because as I think everyone knows we lost the sail out of the back of the truck on the way home from Ensenda. So "lost the main" as part of the journey has a whole different meaning than usual.
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It lives!
Just though I'd let everyone know that the GPS is not dead after all! Fired it up last night and it works just fine. Hmmm, makes me wonder if we didn't have ghosts aboard afterall. The spontaneous spurting of the carafe, presumed dead GPS, batten lost, missing flashlight from the companion way that seems to have completely disappeared into thin air? Makes me think that maybe I ought to start asking questions about that raggedy monkey that's on board. :)
Also, I think some of you knew that I had a message on my cell phone from who I thought to be Jennifer's beau Tim indicating we had lost a batten. Well, further discussion with Tim yesterday a.m. indicates that the batten popped out shortly after we hoisted the sail in O'side harbor! He observed this via binoculars watching us leave the harbor and made an attempt to let us know but of course my cell phone was buried below deck. But of course it doesn't matter that we lost the batten because as I think everyone knows we lost the sail out of the back of the truck on the way home from Ensenda. So "lost the main" as part of the journey has a whole different meaning than usual.
Terri
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