Snug Cove. Wash, walk, depart at eleven, sail, motor, calibrate wind instrument, arrive Vancouver. Study.
I spent the evening rewriting my presentations from last week.
A good scientist knows that science is not a
democracy, that scientific truth is not determined
I have a full day of study ahead.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
but in ourselves”
The session began at 1800 and ran to 2200. The Instructor examiners had reconsidered a bit and changed the plans to be less ambitious. We wrote some tests and made some presentations.
Saturday March 4th, 2017
We met a half-hour early this morning. The day is cold and rainy. We did some work onboard Calinda, then went out and did dockside presentations, followed by sailing on 244s.
Sunday March 4th, 2017
More of the same in changing weather. Gord, Mat and I were out with James on one boat and were caught in a brief snowstorm . One of the guys ran over the fenders were to retrieve on his turn at the man overboard exercise and they stuck under on the keel of the boat. We could not get them off, so that was the end of that. We could not continue. We got an incomplete.
We motored back in and wound up the session with evaluations. Most if not all of us have some additional work to do. I knew this going in and put off doing several prerequisites until I actually need to use them since some, like first aid, expire and are not of much use unless required. I've taken it at least twice in the past.
At the end of course interview, the instructor examiners (IE) neglected to ask me for my instructor evaluation form -- a form to evaluate our instructors -- which I had filled out partially, but which asked questions with no simple answer with choices ranging from "Agree" to "Disagree" and some which I would prefer not to answer. That suited me fine. No sense flogging -- or lying to -- capable, well intentioned people who were faced with an impossible task in bad weather with equipment that was less than ideal and with whom I will have to work in future. This is just the first stage of several in a continuing process.
Although the IEs worked hard and planned, they were dealing with an ambitious new format from head office that attempts to combine two previous courses and remains to be finalized. They were trying to put it together and we were guinea pigs. The two parts were mixed together confusingly. Although I did learn a lot, the take home lesson came from witnessing firsthand to a medley of things instructors should never to do to students.
CIPU struck again. Clear If Previously Understood. All of us were clearly highly motivated, but out Instructor Examiners had difficulty understanding what we did not understand about their expectations and the clinic suffered on that account. A lot was assumed.
Gord and Richard left right after, so I am alone again on Cassiopeia. I'll stick around a few days and take Cassiopeia over to Shelter Island for drydock, then fly out.
For me, it was an ordeal, but a worthwhile one. Some had some sort of flu bug and I think I got it.
The following days...
I stayed around Vancouver a day or two, feeling under the weather and suffering from aftershock from the clinic. The clinic experience was intense and disruptive. That is probably a good thing. I like/need to be challenged.
In that time, I had breakfast with Colin, read and walked to the store a few times, and rested. Time passed.
By Wednesday, we decided that the people in Sidney needed some work and that I should take Cassiopeia over there instead of Shelter Island. That suited me fine and on Wednesday, I did.
The trip over started pleasantly under sail with mixed sun and cloud. Actually, I had planned on going to Thetis Island along the way to meet the new manager about the Thanksgiving Rendezvous, then stay overnight along the route but the wind favoured the track due south to Active Pass and so I changed plans and notified Sidney dock.
The wind soon died and I motored through Active Pass. By the time I was passing Prevost Island, the sky darkened, rain fell and visibility dropped to a few miles, so I activated the radar. At least I tried to activate the radar. I got nothing, but after a while, zooming in, I got partial scans. I could see well enough through the rain, though, and scurried back towards home.
I went straight in and was at my dock, tied right behind Shongololo, by four.
Thursday March 9th
The next few days went by as a blur. I moved onto Shongololo to begin work on her and found the boat very comfortable.
These last two weeks I was not sleeping well, and feeling crappy, crappy enough that I actually thought I actually might die. Who knows? It may have been the bug, it may have been bad food, it may have been wine or too much wine, it may have been the stars (forgot to check) or none of the above -- the usual culprit.
And, oh yes, I should really block out ten days for Vipassana meditation that might relieve all this pressure... That might be as big a shock as this clinic.
March 18th, 2017
I've been immersed in my boating and neglecting this diary. I've also been a bit under the weather. Jose reminded me that a few people still read these pages and may be wondering...
I'll fill in more shortly.
For now, people have been asking about bees, floors and lids. Frankly, I have lost interest and been too busy to reply to individual requests, so have posted on the Calgary Yahoo group and put up some pictures in the forum.
Sunday March 5th, 2017
Monday March 6th, 2017
Wednesday March 15th, 2017
> Lots of liquid honey But the capped honey looks grey. This can't be mould? The bees would not put up with mould, would they? So grey looking capped honey is okay? What do you think?
Some bees leave an air space between the honey and the cappings and their combs look white. Others cap close to the honey and the frames look darker. It is unlikely that the honey is mouldy, but combs can mould a bit over winter. AFAIK, that dies not seem to hurt the bees.
(Later) This comb looks to me to be about as nice a comb of feed honey as anyone can ask for. It is also a comb with a bit of colour, and bees tend to like coloured combs better than new, white ones at times like this. If you warm it to body temperature and scratch a a bit of its surface with a fork, the bees will love it.
A good scientist knows that science is not a
democracy, that scientific truth is not determined
I correct, revise and augment entries in the previous several days first thing each day before writing new diary entries.
I awoke to a bright, beautiful day, on Shonololo, tied up on the inside dock at Port Sidney Marina. Forecasts here always emphasize the worst weather that might occur on any given day. As a result every day tends to be a pleasant surprise and today was one of those bonus days.
I began by adjusting the fly bridge engine controls. The levers were a bit loose and I used the allen wrenches |I bought yesterday to tighten them. I then did a few other little tasks and untied from the dock, motored out of the marina and crossed to Sidney Island to anchor for the day.
I caught a mooring ball, launched the dinghy and went for a long walk on the beach and the park, then returned and motored back to Sidney. By then it was five. I walked uptown for some groceries, returned to the boat, wrote some email, watched Life in Pieces on Netflix and went to sleep early.
I have been writing in the Calgary beekeepers Yahoo! group forum
A good scientist knows that science is not a
democracy, that scientific truth is not determined
I correct, revise and augment entries
in the previous several days first thing each day before
writing new diary entries.
It's cloudy today, but warm, with a light breeze. I'm still fixing little things as I find them. When will I go home? I don't know. They are still working on Cassiopeia and the plan is to splash her tomorrow. I had somehow visualized that I would leave after that is done. I am past knowing what I am doing. I just go day to day.
I had thought to cast off the lines and go back over to Sidney Island or maybe Tsehum Harbour to drop by to see Cassiopeia on the hard, but I spent the afternoon wrestling with a toilet. It was not in my plan, but, as they say, s*it happens...
There is a washer/drier on this boat and I had a wash to do. As I loaded the machine, I got the notion to clean out the filter and dumped the lint into the marine head and flushed. All good until -- nothing.
Well, hidden in the lint was a penny and the chopper had stalled dead. I checked the electric circuit and, yes, there was power, so I began my adventure.
How hard can this be? The fact the former owner left two boxes of vinyl gloves on the boat should have been a clue.
I began the disassembly. A previous DIY genius had lost a screw and decided that mild steel was as good a stainless, and the rust made extraction difficult. so that was my first challenge. I found a penny and a screw in the chopper and began reassembly. Two hours and contortions that would make a yoga master envious I was done.
A local grower says the Saanich Peninsula is three weeks behind normal.
Another cloudy day with rain, but also periods of sun.
My day began with web work for two clients. That took a few hours. Callum called and they intend to splash Cassiopeia at 1430, so I will be going over to bring her back.
I resigned as Thanksgiving Rendezvous organizer today. When I took on the job, it was just that job, not involvement in endless inconsequential meetings about nothing.
In the afternoon, Callum reported that they cannot get the rudder shaft back into the bearing and the launch will be delayed. Apparently, when we tried to rotate the bearing to examine the housing, we distorted it a bit. It is plastic and maybe all we need is a bit of sanding.
Wednesday March 22nd, 2017
Another cloudy day with rain, but also periods of sun.
Forecast here is gale-force winds and some rain.
Nonetheless, the day turns out to be mixed sun and cloud.
Callum is in Vancouver today, but I did meet with Jess briefly to discuss what can be left on this boat when in charter.
After that, I motored across to Sidney Spit and caught a mooring ball. I did odd jobs and by mid-afternoon, decided to get some exercise by going in to shore. I motored the dinghy a long way in over the foreshore as it was high tide. On the beach, I wandered around the site of the old brick factory, then saw a squall coming and headed back. The outboard acted up and would not go up to speed, but it did run well enough to make way and I got back to Shongololo just as the heavy rain hit. It was a good thing the outboard did run as there is no thwart to sit on in the dinghy at present and rowing would be very difficult. Worst case, wind would have carried me ashore as I was in a bay. I am careful not to be where offshore winds could carry me out to sea if I can help it.
Goes to show that my care not to trust a dinghy outboard and keep in mind what is likely if power id s lost is prudent. I did have my phone, but had neglected my handheld VHF, which I should always carry in the dinghy to call for nearby boats if I have a breakdown.
I returned to Sidney and spent the evening making a stew and crawling around in the engine room.
The day is beginning sunny. I have a big day planned. Splash Cassiopeia, Do some web work, Silicone the shower, fuel up Shongololo...
Callum called and said they were going to install the rudder. I should take Shongololo over, fuel up and meet them at Vector. By the time I fueled they were done so I returned to Port Sidney. Docking was difficult. A strong gusty wind kept me off the dock, but with help, I managed to tie up without incident.
At noon, Dawn drove Ryan and me over to Vector. Ryan put the final touches on the bottom paint and left. The yard splashed the boat and I motored out to the fuel dock. The bill was only $123 and that covered over 100 nautical miles of travel on the engine and two weeks, plus, of Espar heat. Sailboats are cheaper to run than powerboats, by 75%, I'd guess from today's fills.
From there, I motored through the gale to Port Sidney marina to dock the boat. I tried to back down to my space, but could not hold a track in the strong winds and tied up on H dock to wait for the wind to die.
I then went uptown to catch a bus to Victoria to look into new electronics, but could see that by the time I got the the store would be closing, bought a few tools, and walked back.
I had supper and worked on a client's web site, then watched some life in Pieces, and went to bed. Before I did, though, I walked out through the gale to check on Cassiopeia 'way out on H dock. She was just fine.
Here at Port Sidney Marina, the wind howled all night. I was up at two-thirty and did some web work, and did some cooking, then went back to bed.
I woke up at 0830 and went out to bring Cassiopeia back to the dock, then finished some web work for a client.
Callum thought I should spend $5,000 on a new system. I didn't think so and wanted to troubleshoot, so he went up the tree today to take a look. I'm too old and heavy. He is young and very light.
It turned out there was nothing mechanically wrong, so what could the trouble be? Since the radar worked for a part circle, I deduced that the electronics in the display must be getting the echo signals but not getting the expected periodic sync signal after an interval to say exactly where the antenna is pointed. If that was the case it would not report the echo signal on the screen.
Callum was doubtful, but he took pictures of the connectors that confirmed damage.
I searched online and found the connector for $20. He then found one locally and we'll see if that does the trick
After that job, it was noon and I returned to Shongololo and finally siliconed the shower, a job I had been putting off. That went amazingly well.
Next, I removed a sliding side door and found that one brass roller had been stuck and had worn a flat spot. I freed it and now the door moves better, but with a bump each time the roller turns. Time for new rollers, I guess.
I woke up at 0630, feeling great. I see blue sky.
Although Cassiopeia is back here at the dock, tied up behind Shongololo, I'm still living on Shongololo. It's a lot of work to pack up and move and I am comfortable here, more comfortable in fact, than on Cassiopeia -- I think.
I have more repairs to do today. I'd like to go out to anchor, but there is a strong wind warning for this morning. I also need to walk uptown to get a few things. I'm thinking I should also study for an exam seeing as I am feeling better than I was for the past few weeks.
I pulled the door off again for the third or fourth time to get measurements and pictures and filed the flat spot a bit since, although the door now slides freely, it rolls with a thump as the wheel turns.
I did laundry, had a nap, then I went uptown to the hardware store, returned some items, bought a rat tail file, and walked out to Allbay Marine, a mile and half out Resthaven. I needed some pins and a joker valve and figured I'd try doing the ten thousand steps today.
I got to the store in time, but, as it turned out, they close at four on Saturdays. I got what I went for but did not have time to browse much.
I walked back to the marina, stopping at the grocery store along the way, then cooked supper. After supper, I changed the joker valve. on the electric head. The job was simple seeing as I had loosened things up and learned a lot on my last encounter with the white beast.
Google Fit says I did 9,205 steps today, and I did not carry my phone all the time I was on and around the boat. Google Maps says I walked 4.0 miles. Add to that whatever walking I did earlier and later. 4 miles, 9,205 steps, yields 2.3 feet per step or 4.6 feet per stride. I've always wondered how accurate Fit's guesses are. I've measured my stride at six feet in the past, so I'd say, from this, within 10% seeing as all the steps I made were not large ones.
I came close, but did not make 10,000 steps and I did a lot of walking. It was pleasant and no effort. Do I have the patience to walk four miles daily? If I do, I'd be surprised. Nonetheless, I feel good afterwards.
Hey! Wait! Maybe I did do 10,000 steps. I looked at the Fit map of my walk and parts of the hike are missing.
Compare the two tracks -- the one I made from memory of where I went (left) and the one Fit recorded (right). Fit missed my walk back to the marina from the grocery store and, earlier on, had me cutting across a block where it would be impossible to walk and part of another.
That reminds me. On the radio today, there was a segment on cell phones and cancer, bringing into question the possible risk of having microwave transmitters close to our bodies over periods of time. The risk could be higher in weak signal areas since the phones use more transmitter power when they detect difficulty communicating with the towers.
I woke up at 0730, feeling groggy. I slept fairly well, but found that in spite of having taken desloratadine (Claritin) in the evening that I was a bit congested sometime after midnight and had slept fitfully for a few hours. I was not completely asleep but not awake enough to get up.
The forecast today is for rain here at Port Sidney Marina. I stayed in all day, working on the boat and various projects. I took off a door again and worked on the rollers. Seems they are seized and although I loosened them, they still do not roll.
I woke up at 0400, and got up, had breakfast, and went back to bed. I dozed a while and woke up to a calm, sunny morning. The tide is all the way up today.
The bill came for the electrical work on Cassiopeia. It was minor work, but came in at four times what we had discussed. I wrote a request to have them review and will see what happens.
I took off a door again and my job today is to find replacement rollers.
I could not find any nearby so loosened the existing ones and they will have to do for now.
I did a few more things, like take down some headliner on Cassiopeia to check for enough radar cable that we can cut some off and add the new connector (there is), but was very tired and lay down. Two hours later I awoke.
I ate and then walked up town to the hardware store and then the grocery store. I returned home and cooked turkey legs, ate again and did some browsing.
When I was in the hardware store this evening, I came across a spray bottle of Rain-X and it was not sealed, so I put a tiny drop on my phone without cleaning the screen, spread it around, then dried it off.
I could see an immediate difference and that improvement continues until now, several hours later. The phone does not attract fingerprints and my finger slides like on a new phone.
Time will tell.
* * * *
I went back to Maxthon again today. For years, Maxthon and its predecessor, MyIE2, was my favourite browser, following in the long line of browsers over the years beginning with Lynx, then Cello, Mosaic, Netscape, MSIE, Opera, along with, sometimes, Firefox or Safari, Maxthon again, then finally Chrome.
Maxthon is lightning fast compared to Chrome. I'll have to turn of the Chrome extensions one by one to find the culprit -- unless it is Chrome itself. Chrome runs a separate process for each page and soon eats a lot of resources if many tabs are open. Word is that Chrome has memory leaks, too, which would be surprising, coming from Google, but who knows?
Chrome was getting terribly slow and I was wondering if it could be the cause of my crashes and freezes and BSODs. Maybe, and maybe it is not Chrome, but some extension. I'll have to test, but for now, I just need to get things done without a long wait and freezes.
I slept poorly, probably due to having eaten too much, too late in the evening.
I did various jobs on the boat. The curtains were a big job.
There are fifteen pieces on nine windows. They all look pretty much alike at first glance, but they are several different widths and two different lengths. Moreover there are two fabrics that look similar. Someone had shuffled them around. I suppose they went to the was and when they came back no one could figure out which was which and just put them on in a way that covered all the windows. The result looked okay at casual glance, but more careful examination showed the pleats were far apart on some and crowded on others.
Moreover, the curtain track is damaged in several spots and is an RV style that is going obsolete.
I sorted them all out and called Nancy. She can fix the tabs tomorrow.
I walked up to the grocery store in the rain and bought some fruit, then stopped and bought a bottle of red wine. Although red wine bothers me sometimes, usually if I have not had any for a while, it is okay. I enjoyed the wine and watched Blacklist.
Blacklist is an interesting variation on the spy/cop intrigue genre intended to appeal to women, I think. As with all these sorts of series, they are pure fantasy, but pass the time when i am too tired mentally to do anything and too awake to sleep. I really must learn to meditate properly -- if there is such a thing as properly. I'm sure my mind contains much more useful entertainment.
I went to bed early, but awoke around eleven. Nope. I cannot drink red wine with impunity.
Wednesday March 29th, 2017
I slept very poorly, and had to take Benadryl to finally sleep well. When I did, I slept until 0900.
The day began stormy, but by noon we had sun. We had planned to do the radar, but Callum keeps putting it off.
The aft head (toilet) refused to flush again, so 'm going to have to tear it down again. The job should go more quickly this time as I am more familiar with the workings. I do have to bail it out though first. It is full to the brim.
I did discover a leak in the aft cabin window and began work on that, and pulled the boom car out on Cassiopeia to examine it. I can see the rollers are worn, explaining the way it drags on the sides of the boom slot, so I drove it over to Blackline, a Selden dealer, to let Brent look at it. I chose Blackline since Blackline has a good reputation.
He had said to come over anytime and that he was always around, but when I got there was told that he was out ion the yard. They called him on the radio and he was busy and not alt all eager to see me. I asked the receptionist how long he would be. She said twenty minutes. I gave her my number and went up to the little pub in the trees and had a beer. Seems that if I order a beer, the default is a sleeve -- 17+ ounces, nit a standard drink -- 12 ounces -- and that is a bit much. I'll have to remember to order a bottle or can in future.
I went back to Blackline and Brent still was not back, so I said, I think I'll just go elsewhere. The receptionist call him again and he came up, but did not seem any wiser about it than I, and I had to show him the wear. Anyhow, he will look into a replacement.
I drove back to Sidney and along the way, I remembered that Sundays and Wednesdays are all you can eat cod night at the fish and chips place on Resthaven, and since I have the van, drove over and had three pieces of fish and some chips. It was excellent, and exactly the kind of thing I should never eat. I was there quite a while and had another two beers with t he meal -- small ones this time.
I returned to the boat and was not feeling like doing much. I watched two episodes of Blacklist and decided the charm is wearing off it is getting too ridiculous.
I went to bed and slept poorly. Seems I just cannot drink anymore and expect to sleep.
I slept poorly until I took two Benadryl sometime after midnight, then slept until 0845. The sun is shining and the day looks bright. There is a light breeze.
Looking at the news, I think we are seeing that the climate change meme has finally jumped the shark, finally run to the end of its rope, and not a minute too soon. Trump has called the IPCC's hand, and what has been common knowledge -- that IPCC consensus was achieved by including only those who agree with the hypothesis, misrepresenting their degree of concordance, and discrediting the dissenters, cooking the data, relying on models which repeatedly failed -- is now something we can talk about. Guess what comes next.
Regardless of what we are told, many of the scientists that IPCC says believe that man is the principle cause of current climate changes actually only agree with an obvious, less extreme position -- that man obviously has some effect, but nobody really knows how much of changes are simply due to natural causes.
I have work to do today, but am waiting on Callum who promised to be here and isn't.
This turned out to be one of those days. Callum, it turned out has a migraine and is really sick and won't be in. I decided that I would deal with this toilet -- again, and also put the car back in Cassiopeia's boom.
The car runs in a slot and carries the clew of the sail out and back down the boom. Wheels keep it centred in the slot, but the wheels and the casting have worn to the point where the car drags on the sides of the slot. I can get a new one, but it will take two weeks.
Then I put the screws back in the window and checked again for leaks. There are two, but I have not solved how to deal with them.
What is holding up the toilet job was the bowl full of bad stuff that would not go down, so I borrowed at shop vac from Ryan and that cleaned out that mess. Then I decided to go across to Sidney Spit and anchor seeing as I can work as well here as at the dock.
I anchored on the third try. On the first I could not get a solid hold. On the second a sailboat came up and grabbed a mooring ball a bit too close for comfort, so I moved again. I was not getting a good hold anyhow and I plan to stay the night. I want to sleep, not wonder if the anchor dragged and I am on my way down the channel.
Once settled, I got back the toilet and pulled it apart, a job I know well by now. Guess what. The toilet was just fine, 100%. The line to the holding tank had to be plugged. Why? Nothing had gone down that should clog it.
I had nothing to blow out the line, but, hey, I had the vacuum and the hoses matched perfectly. The line gave up its contents easily into the vacuum, but with a monumental stench. Apparently the line was now free. I reassembled everything and flushed. Presto! Done deal.
When I dumped the contents of the vacuum into the basin, I looked for a hairball or some obvious obstruction from the line, but saw nothing except a few large flakes of saltwater scale. Apparently it does not take much to impede these electric toilets.
I'm becoming a toilet expert, but don't call me.
So, then, I washed everything off and put the vacuum outside. I had opened the engine room hatch in the middle of the cabin and after I took the vacuum out onto the deck, I backed into the cabin. A split instant later I was lying on my back three feet down in the bilge. Wow!
I took inventory and was amazed that I am unhurt. I hit the back of my head on something and there is a damp spot, and one knee eels a tiny bit sore but otherwise.
I've fallen flat a few times now in this life and fallen backwards into a hole twice that I can recall. There is never any warning. One minute I am standing. The next I am flat. Makes a person think.
Anyhow, the toilet works -- for now.
Next I decided to run a wash to clean up the rags and clothes after that job. To do that, I am running the generator. It is not quiet and the sailboat people are probably glad I moved.
So much for the peace and quiet I came out here for.
At 0220, I woke up and realized the anchor alarm was screaming. It is so quiet I hardly hear it at first..
I checked the depth -- 4.5 metres and the tide is rising -- and reset the alarm, then got up. My head tends to be full of ideas in the middle of the night. I was remembering that i need to upgrade the bilge pump and mark the anchor chain. No sense trying to sleep for a while. I was surprised to have absolutely no sinus or nasal congestion.
I don't feel any aftereffects of the fall other than a slight bump where my head hit. I see, though there are several blood spots on my pillows.
I went back to bed after 0330 and slept well until 0655. I feel great today.
I see we are about 200 feet off the Park dock, having swung during the night. That is just fine at this time of year. In summer, when things are busy, less ideal.
I motored back to Port Sidney and did odd jobs. Callum went up the mast and worked for an hour only to discover that the tech had given him the wrong connector, so we have to finish on Monday.
I was busy until five, quitting time for the dock crew. As they were walking out, I said hi and are they gone until Monday? "Yes", they said, they were all going up to Powell River to bring down a Westcoast 46 (or maybe a 64) -- a very nice boat. Would I like to go along , they asked. I was tempted, but said no since I had spoken with Bruce about meeting on Saltspring.
I finished up my chores and went uptown for groceries, then motored over to the Spit again and anchored in the dark
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