|Schooner press: v., the act of putting one's body|
between the dock and the boat and using leg
force to momentarily move the boat, in order
to free fenders or adjust fender boards, etc.
All of this combined to make me a little slow today. I made easy stuff all day long. But I also managed to get a run in. I weighed myself today and have decided that this life is not good on my body. It's time to crack down.
After lunch, just when I'd decided to lay down for a nap, Cap got back with the groceries and Mamma and Pappa Smith arrived with a TON of stuff: dried pineapple and dried apples, slivered almonds, coriander, cardamom pods, yeast, baking powder, and 35 pounds of flour, both white and stoneground wheat.
After dinner I did the loop around the fort once more. The visibility had been poor for hours. As I walked, I listened to the rotating lighthouse horns, sounding like a game of marco polo in the fog.
There's a strange feeling on the boat right now. It feels like a kink in the neck that you can't get out. Maybe it's growing pains.
For the transit to Marblehead we're getting two more passengers, and once we arrive Bly will leave for his new job. He talks about coming back at the end of the summer. It's a strange thought, that if he does, Eve and I will be the only familiar faces.
Scrambled cheese eggs and bacon
Spaghetti with meat sauce and garlic toast
Fruit salad of mango, banana, pineapple and toasted coconut