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Hand Sewing sewed my left index finger to the new chair cover today. I hope I can get the blood off it. The cover that is. I was trying to sew around a curve and I pushed harder than I should have and my finger went under the needle. I didn’t even know it could do that. It pierced the nail right at the top of the nail, next to the cuticle and went all the way thru my finger. I think I was in shock because I couldn’t figure out which way to turn the wheel to pull the needle out. I started screaming for Dois and I could hear him yelling that he was coming, but I could not stop screaming for him. I had a number 16 needle stuck all the way through my finger, leaving a stitch of white 92 weight thread in the middle of my index fingerprint. I truly don't know how this happened. I happened to have painted my nails a rather lovely shade of lavender (thinking of Sawyer) for a Christmas party thrown by a couple of cruising friends in their amazing chateau in San Carlos last week. The injured nail polish is chipped and a crack is visable where the needle entered. I’m 9 finger typing. After Dois helped me turn the wheel so the needle backed out of its resting place, leaving the thread poking out the other side. I had to pull the thread through and Dois wrapped it in ice, Mercurochrome and paper towels. Two Aleve and a Tramadol and the finger has slowed to a rather nice throb and I am thankful. And if all this weren’t bad enough to call it happy hour, the propane sniffer alarm is going off incessantly. Is it warning us of a propane leak? Dois has turned off the tanks but still, an hour later it’s blaring at us. Dois thinks it might be methane. Methane? Isn’t that produced from cows? Yep, cows and people who fill up holding tanks. Could our own poo blow us up? It’s been month’s since I’ve written anything, and writing feels strange without a dolphin or grandson as my muse, but I want to bring you up to speed on our travels. We are in Marina Seca Guaymas aka; dirt boat yard in the Sonoran desert. After returning from an amazing summer visiting friends and family in So. California. we arrived here just in time to catch some really perfect weather before it turned blinking cold. I piled on the blankets last night as the thermometer plunged into the 40’s! Our little boat heater just couldn’t keep up, so we pointed it at the space where Daisy sleeps and encouraged Ginger to pile on the bunk with us. She gleefully complied. We are expecting a high of 68 today. The cold front is from a fierce norther, making the idea of being in an anchorage even that much more unappealing. Once in the water, I expect we will make fast tracks south searching for a more toasty space for our freshly painted anchor. Dois and I have been busier than a couple of mosquitoes at a nudist colony and almost have Ashika ready to splash. The old girl needed a boatyard version of a Manipedi and a fresh coat of lipstick. Dois has done most of the heavy lifting, while I got a couple of sewing jobs to help pay the yard fees. Eventually I found time to begin repair on our Genoa and start the new covers for our cockpit chairs using some material donated by Fran on Gosling. I’m excited and anxious to finish the covers.
There is still a long list of things to be done before we leave here, but the departure date is firming up. we should be water borne again by early January, provided I don’t staple the genoa to my kneecap, Peace.
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