at sea
41° 15" 15' N
25° 24" 00" W
06.04.08
0620 GMT
s/y flying cloud
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oooh. whenever i let my watch relief sleep in i feel so mean. and yet a tiny part of me feels like since i am already happily awake, what's the harm in lettingan extra 15 minutes go by? at a certain point, i suspect i'll become impatient and storm in at 601 am with the fox 40, but until that day, i'll likely tiptoe to the edge of the threshold (no wait. that's redundant, probably i'd tiptoe to the threshold) and whisper meekly. luckily, my first mate's toe was sticking out from the duvet; i managed to resist the temptation to say 'this little piggy went "WEEEE"' and merely pinched her toe. whispering 'good morning' just wasn't working.
strange to feel guilt about waking someone up, yet even more guilt for letting them sleep.
this part of the atlantic is a deeper, richer blue. still fascinating and am i ever pleased to be sailing toward the sun. of course, i'd likely be pleased to be sailing toward the sunset as well. but my little plan was to sail away from antigua. and that seems to have been successful.
today we found the wind we'd been looking for and have finally shut off the engine. thyough we'd been motorsailing which is preferable to motoring. anyway. molto molto. very more peaceful. and from the looks of the gribs we've been getting (this is fancy weather stuff we acquire by sattelite) we'll be getting mostly the same until we reach the isle of wight.
THE POLICE are playing the festival at isle of wight. which is about a day after we are scheduled to arrive. and apparently matthew already had purchased a ticket which he can no longer use as he must now rush to the l;and of 'bork,bork bork' so he can park the boat and jet off to some wedding in poland. it seems i'll get to see the police, perhaps. seems like a good plan, though i am traditionally lousy at being a festival participant; it's been nearly a ten year embargo on the winnipeg fest ~at least as an audience participant. one gets spoiled by having perfomer 'access all areas' passes and being plied with excellent food and libation. still, when in rome and all that. the concerts should be a reaaaal nice time. and i am curious about UK "camping."
cleaned the bilges this afternoon. matthew: 'should i tell you now or in 27 minutes that you're on the schedule to clean the bilges next tuesday?'
at that point i'd already removed the entire portside's floorboards, sponged out the excess wet and had filled a bucket with magic bilge soap. thomas feels that this is a pointless exercise, but i have been thinkin' that if one lives in a boat (ona boat) and /doesn't/ clean the bilges constantly and obsessively that 'new boat smell' might disappear. makes me think of sam de champlain (not the famous one, the other one)
'did you 'ear 'dat? neither did i.'
