0639, Thu, 051712. Isla Coronados. This morning is sopping wet. It looks like we drove Neos through a car wash and the dryer wasn't working. Everything is dripping. This is us usually good news for the honey bees. They send out scouts in the morning, looking for fresh water. If you eliminate the scouts you are good for the day. I think on these wet mornings the scouts don't have to travel far to find the fresh water, good for them, good for us.
The breeze was blowing north yesterday morning and along with that we lost about a half dozen of our neighbors as they sailed away. At present count we have eleven boats in the anchorage, still with plenty of room for more.
It was that time again to fill the fresh water tank. I decided to change out the filters this time. They must filter sulfur out of the water since they take on a rotten egg smell after a time. You don't smell it since it is all contained in the filter housing, that is until you open the gizmo up, whew. Job well done.
New card game, same ole results. Sopranos; our episodes are all mixed up for some reason. We seem to be jumping back and forth. All of a sudden a guy is back from the dead. Then they throw in a dream once in awhile and someone will be back from the dead in that scene. It all falls together though. Tony got shot by his uncle, then the next night he was running around like nothing happened. Now he is in the hospital suffering from a gun shot wound from his uncle. Oh well, such is modern technology….more later..
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