We've carried on with chores. I sat overtop the port engine in the little cubby ("the shed"), yesterday, and slowly removed wires and battery tops to put in about 4 ounces of distilled water into all of the 36 battery cells. I lost about the same amount of water to sweat, and took quite a few minutes reteaching my back to straighten up and my legs to unbend. I followed that with changing the glycol in both engines. After working on changing crankcase oil last week, I am ready to begin constructing a theorum that explains why the probability of spillage increases with: toxicity, ability to stain, corrosivity, odour, amount of preparation, and amount of intense effort to prevent a spill. I'm sure Einstein would have been interested, as I am instinctively sure he was aware of the relationships.
Enough of that. We were heading into town yesterday, to get some things; accompanied by our friends from 2006 aboard Aspen, and our newer friends aboard Casa del Mar, when as we were tying up the dinghys, we were engaged in a riotously excitable extemporaneous conversation with two people from the boat Unchained, who really didn't know any of us, but just were outrageously extroverted. The lady, Sue, insisted that we had loads to talk about and insisted that we had to get together at 5pm to chat. We set a date at "De Big Fish", and by the time 5 rolled around, our group of loosely extended friends had grown to about 16, and we had a loud, boisterous time until after 9. It was a lot of fun, although it didn't allow any quality time with anyone in particular - just a regular party.
Well, before chores begin, Dawn and I are going to do a Sudoku puzzle. She has been beating me terribly lately.
