Scott says I'm freaking out too much to write a blog entry. Actually, I'm just not very good at it, so I don't really like to do it. But, since I have Internet tonight from here at work, and he doesn't from where he is (Shilshole Bay Marina), I thought I'd send a quick post. After a couple of hours of engine difficulties today, we pulled out of the slip that had been Insegrevious's home for the past 3 years and motored her (Scott says for the last time EVER) under the Fremont Bridge, then under the Ballard Bridge, then through the locks, then under the train bridge (yes, we need to open all of the bridges, or rather, wait for all of them to open) and out into the Puget Sound salt water.
Tomorrow we will sail to Port Hadlock and anchor at the Graebel's until the Friday haul-out for the hull painting.
And I can safely say that Scott is considerably more freaked out than I am. He just doesn't show it in writing. It's part of his charm.
For those of you wondering what the engine difficulties were, it seems there was again air hiding in the depths of the fuel lines, somewhere beyond the bleeder bolts. Former neighbor Bobbie knew some advanced-level diesel maintenance tricks (meaning something more than our meager knowledge) to remove the air and make her start right up again. I'm gonna miss those neighbors! Good people, all of them.
For all of you DYING to know how I installed the new holding tank, I promise an annotated blog entry will boringly detail it in the future. Oh, but we did try pumping some (clean) water from the toilet to the holding tank today, at it seemed to work exactly as it was supposed to. Thank God that project is finished!
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Don't sell yourself short... I think you are a fine writer. Seriously. When I finally started reading your blog I remember noticing that it wasn't just Scott's writing. I had no idea he wasn't the only one posting. When I read an entry you had written I remember being impressed... it had never occurred to me that you could write. Not that it was such a stretch, mind you... it just wasn't something I had given any thought. Much the same way it wouldn't occur to me if Scott could, say, knit a sweater (just an example, I know he cannot knit... though it is something I could imagine him doing because he can be quite and old woman at times.) Anyway, of course he's freaking out... that's what old ladies do under such circumstances. ;o)
I could knit circles around you if I put my mind to it. And the sweater would look good if I did.
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