This is a great day. Winter seems totally over. Yesterday was my Mother’s birthday. She is 93.
Today I am stable, no recovering from trips, no trips in the offing. The time is right to launch the Scaffie for her year of taming the mighty ocean.
Before so doing I go to buy some fish at Toya.
I am now very experienced in the launching the boat thing. Thanks to Ben’s instruction, I can now back the boat down the slip pretty well. The fishermen now clasp me to their bosoms.
The long, well not very long, cold, well not very cold, winter is now over and the season of on-the -sea -ness begins.
I take the Scaffie for a little trot around the lagoon and then set her at anchor. Joy.
I then take a delightful walk back to Shioya to reclaim the truck and trailer.
I drive them back to the house and start the stowage procedure. The trailer I will hide deep in the undergrowth at the end of the er, um, bit of land that I have rights upon.
I run the trailer down the into the undergrowth like by pushing it. There is much speed and momentum. All goes well until the trailer hits dense vegetation, whereupon it comes to an immediate halt. The end of the trailer canons into my pubic bone. I am catapulted to the ground where I lay stunned and unable to rise. I imitate the actions of a beetle on its back. My arms and legs move frantically in hope that I will be able to right myself. Alas I am damaged and can only lie there on my back until the pain and shock subside.
I eventually rise and stumble into the house to massage my pubic bone.