The Last Saturday, Already?

August 30, 2013

Busy, busy busy week; started out with a flat tire on TAR's car which means a new set of tires all the way around, add some wedge, 2 cans of Sunoco racing fuel, a little more forward bite, but as usual I wander around some times...........

While attaching the spare I realized my old trusty rusty 4 way wasn't where it usually stays. Looked here and there, even in the Jeep, nowhere to be found. When you're like me everything has its place and every place has its thing, without it: CHAOS! Started looking even more and discovered my electric trolling motor, a deep cell 12 V battery, and even my electrical trailer connection were gone. No one to blame but myself, I'm guilty of leaving the big garage side door open, but no more!

Feeling a little pissy, maybe a lot pissy, SWMBO reminded me that she wanted to ride in the boat Sunday afternoon and had prepared a picnic. Translated: there is a Wal-Mart sub in the refrigerator. We went to the landing all the while thinking in the back of my head "you know self, you haven't cranked this boat in 4-5 weeks, sure it's going to run? (sometimes I hear voices in my head) Now batting for the New York Yankees (eeees eeees eeeees) nuuuuuuuumber 27 centerfielder John Riley (eee eee eee)" Anyway where was I? We put the boat in and surprise/surprise it cranks right up. She ran really well right up until we got near the exit to our creek and which time she sputtered and shut down. No amount of cursing and cranking brought her back to life, trust me I did both quite a bit, so plan B went into effect quickly. Yes, the wind and tide were not pushing us back towards the landing, oddly enough it was quite the opposite. She headed towards a neighbor's yacht, fortunately we fended her off and into a vacant slip. I didn't want to bother Tow Boat US with such a short tow and after about 30 minutes someone came by and brought us into the end of our dock. After pulling from piling to piling (lots of practice from many sailboats many more years ago) and with the blessing of a full tide we put her back on the trailer. All of which made me feel like this:

Remember that little munchkin? His birthday is Monday, but anyway that's exactly how I felt. After all of that TAR recommended that I NOT go to ride on my bike, pretty reasonable logic in light of everything else. I took the boat to the shop, later they called and said it was the fuel pump. I told them I tried to override the fuel pump by pressing the fuel bulb as the boat owner spun the starter. He laughed and said that would have worked about 20 years ago, but now I have an EFI engine. Oh yeah.................forgot. But now I have plenty of money to spend, simply flush with cash because the old yellow boat is gone. Sold the engine to someone in New Bern, the trailer and boat to a nice young man from Kinston. Down to one boat at home now, ah, forgot about the yellow kayak that SWMBO owns didn't you? Maybe this weekend we''ll get that out for the first time this year!

Whew, and it gets busier which brings me to this this logical question: how old do you have to be to understand this cartoon?

Happy 90th birthday to Dink; she's feeling a lot better this week