As I have mentioned before, I used to be ashamed of my feet. In European years and to a lesser extent in U.S. years, I had vile feet. They were enclosed all days in tight shoes and hot socks that fomented all kinds of decay, rot and stench. In Okinawa I wear sandals outside and go barefooted inside. I gambol in warm seawater and walk through sand that is apparently the product of grinding in the stomachs of Parrot Fish. Thank you Parrot Fish, your waste has ground away all decay from my feet.
All this walking around barefooted does have a downside. Hard skin builds up on the heels, soles and other strategic areas. I go to the beauty parlor that is just down the road. I have never been to a beauty parlor before.
This is great fun and my feet are very pretty. Support your local beauty parlor.
I used to have a compass fitted into the lowest slat of the cabin entrance.
The compass suddenly stopped working and I could not find a replacement. decided to replace it with a brass plate.
I decide to replace the line that pulls in the jib. I think the one I have is probably 30 years old and I do not like the idea of it snapping far out at sea. I do a really bad job
To start with I can’t work out which direction the cord should be wound around the drum.
I finally find the solution but realize that my line, 6 meters, is too short. I go to the rope shop the next day and buy 8 meters of line. I wind it on with great care but it it is still too short. Back to the shop to get 10 meters of line. This time it works. I am such a hopeless rigger.
Does anyone need high quality line?
utterly DELIGHTFUL, as are all your posts…and good on you for such perseverance re: the jib! ~Rachel ps: probably repeating myself, and this is totally unrelated to your sailing acumen, but son Matt and his lovely wife Sawako are still living and working in Japan (and loving it, of course!). Makes me happy…and even more so when they visit here (rare and a delight)!
On Tue, May 11, 2021 at 1:03 AM The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond wrote:
> spikekalashnikov posted: ” As I have mentioned before, I used to be > ashamed of my feet. In European years and to a lesser extent in U.S. years, > I had vile feet. They were enclosed all days in tight shoes and hot socks > that fomented all kinds of decay, rot and stench. In Okinawa I ” >