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Where did winter go? I still have winter things to do. Time flies.
I've been away from home for five weeks now and will be away for ten days more if my current plans work out.
My Sudbury scale says 216.8 today and Fatsecret.ca says I am losing weight too quickly. Of course, the weight change is all water.
When traveling, diet is affected. On the road, if I don't have food packed and with me I tend to eat fast food for price and convenience, and FF contains lots of salt, white flour and sugar. I also drink beer when at Aaron's and all these tend to disrupt my body's fluid balance, so my body takes a few days to a week to settle down after intense travels.
Over time, I have searched for books and articles that make sense and have settled on two as being the most useful at present -- for me at least. These two are also available as audio books and that is the only way I really consume books these days -- usually when driving.
Neither author is selling anything or prescribing odd diets although Ludwig does suggest a somewhat bizarre (to me) regime for retraining fat cells and I wonder about that. His book layout is also somewhat weird and bloated as well. Nonetheless, most of his message makes sense to me.
The day is bright and sunny here in Sudbury and I should get out and be active. Bill and family have the kids visiting and that is a big event so we won't be taking walks until later today or tomorrow. I have my van to organize and my boat to look over.
At home, Global Warming is not working as it should. The pond has frozen over again by the look of things and is three days late melting. The auger has moved back over again. Time to call Carolyn.
I did and she is on it.
Scary thoughts. Care to follow this guy down the rabbit hole? He has 20/20 vision, is pretty observant, and his thoughts are most cogent. Not only that, he is a great writer. Here's more...
I've been seeing this for a while and we are clearly into the ugly phase of the long wave economic cycle. All our notions are being turned upside-down.
I ended the day cleaning out the van and putting the seats back in. I have that and some other chores to do before I go west.
The mind of man at
one and the same time is both the glory and the shame of the universe.
I slept nine hours, plus. Today, I weigh 216.2.
I'm starting to think about the West Coast. I'll be there Wednesday afternoon. I've been in touch with the maintenance people and learned the sail loft is not going to work out. I'll have to approach one in Sidney, I think.
In Greater Sudbury, the day is bright and sunny, but around freezing, but the forecast promises snow before I go.
Our plan is to go to the New Sudbury Shopping Centre for an outing and lunch. That means pushing Mom around in her wheelchair. We've done it before and it works out well.
I see the ice on the pond still has not finished melting.
I spent the afternoon doing research and communicating, cooked supper, then went over to Bill & Faye's to spend time with them and with Myra and Brenda who were visiting.
I returned to 1207 around 2100 and am calling it an early night.
Both the cockroach
and the bird would get along very well without us,
I slept fairly well from midnight to three, but poorly from three to five, so got up, ate breakfast, had coffee, did dishes, and went back to bed. I then slept soundly until 0930. I weigh 216.4 at 0930, after the early five AM breakfast and coffee.
Viewing the bin auger via one of my many CCTV cameras, I am wondering if it is running. I can see the coal has dropped down enough that I can almost see the main auger and maybe not enough to allow the ball to drop and activate the switch. I'll have to check again later today.
I happened upon a transcript of a Washington Post interview with Donald Trump and was surprised to see that he does not sound so extreme and crazy -- to me at least -- in this article as the media portray him.
I went out shopping in the afternoon and bought some of the wide black Gorilla tape ($18) to do some repairs and picked up a number of other small items, then returned, made supper and cleaned up the van and garage, put in the back seat and now am ready to pack to go.
I had reserved a shuttle to the airport, but as I was finishing up, Bill called and wanted to drive me tomorrow in spite of the early start, so we'll have coffee here in the morning, then drive to YSB.
It began snowing here at 1900 as I came inside. At this time tomorrow, with any luck I'll be on the Wet Coast in sun or rain, but much warmer weather. Here's the Vancouver forecast:
Tomorrow, in Vancouver, the refrigeration guy repairs my freezer at 0800 and I have meetings in the late afternoon and company in the evening. Thursday is free until, in the evening, we have a skippers meeting for the flotilla. Friday morning we leave on the cruise. I have no idea who will be on board, if anyone besides myself, and how and when we decide on provisions or stock up before the trip.
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I mention Dr. Mirkin from time to time because he presents his conclusions from extensive reading and careful analysis in easy-to-read short articles. Here is an article of his along the same line as the two books I recommended recently: Ultra-Processed Foods.
Beekeepers might not like this one, but I have been of the same opinion for a long time and questioned the enthusiasts who attribute exempt status to honey. Honey Is Not Better than HFCS. I quote in part...
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When returning from the shopping, my doctor's office called wondering about the ultrasound I had cancelled a month back. I said the complaint had disappeared. (I had cut back on my statins which had been overprescribed after reading the side-effects). She said my HbA1c was fine at 5.8.
My cholesterol was fine. Maybe a little over the ideal, but just fine. I wonder about this because the significance of cholesterol in heart health has been questioned and deprecated these days. But, as with many things, people tend to hold onto old ideas even after they are disproven, afraid to give them up. Some say the cure (statins) is worse than the problem (cholesterol) and the web forums relate more than a few horror stories.
I went to bed early, to be ready for the coming day.
The advance of
civilization is nothing but an exercise in the limiting of privacy.
I woke up at 0445, fifteen minutes before my get-up time and started the day. My scale said 125.8, then a minute later, 116.4.
Today, I fly west, expecting to arrive in Vancouver at 1424, then to take the SkyTrain to the Number 50 bus and be back on Cassiopeia at Granville Island by 1600. That is 2,500 miles and two ground transfers from here. I hope it is not raining for the 1/4 mile walk from the bus to the boat.
I don't think it is a nasty conspiracy so much as an evolutionary inevitability. Our history and our environment brought us here.
By evolution, humans evolved to seek sugars (carbohydrates) and fats, sources of quick energy and salt, an essential and sometimes scarce nutrient, and are bred by alternating food abundance and scarcity throughout history to prefer high energy foods and to store fat when times are good. Those who did not had slimmer chances of surviving the periodic famines and thus the majority of us are too efficient in finding and storing energy for current conditions of food abundance.
As a result of our predilection for high energy, salty foods, when we are given a choice between 'healthy' foods and high energy, tempting snacks, most people -- even those of us who know better -- have a hard time resisting and it takes education and will power to maintain a healthy diet. Choosing the best diet is far from intuitive. In fact it runs counter to our instincts.
Children in general suffer less from a bad diet than adults. That does not mean children do not benefit from a good diet just that, as a rule, they are affected less than adults by carbs and fats due to their activity and growth stages. People often marvel at how teenagers can and do eat large amounts of almost anything with apparent immunity, but as a result of this temporary tolerance, bad habits are often acquired in childhood and youth that start growing obese once adulthood is reached.
Oddly, however, some people, even adults seem to do quite nicely on a diet of snack and junk foods, but they are in the minority.
One of the books I cited recently -- Always Hungry or The End of Overeating -- includes a story about the author addressing food execs at a meeting. They were mostly unaware of what they were doing and just going with what worked best and grew sales and profits.
There are not many really bad guys. People's motives are usually mostly innocent and often the intentions are good. Think of the moms making cakes and pies and other 'treats'. Most people just don't know why they are doing what they do or the effects of their actions.
Bill dropped me at YSB and I had an omelet and a coffee, the omelet turned out to be more than I needed, but I ate it out of habit.
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My flight to Toronto went uneventfully and I am now sitting at Gate 45 waiting for the next leg.
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We landed twenty minutes late at YVR. I walked to the SkyTrain, rode to the Village Station, caught the #50 bus to Anderson Street, and walked the 400 metres to my boat in light rain.
When I arrived, I found that Tim and Sam had my boat interior torn apart to install wiring and were still busy, so I went over to The Vancouver Fish Company for happy hour and had a beer. I ordered a second, but decided after a few sips that I did not want to drink it, left it, and returned to the boat.
By the time I got there, the maintenance crew were finishing up and leaving. I tidied up and settled in.
I was expecting a friend I have not seen for almost fifty years to drop by and he showed up after a while. We had a good visit.
The enemy is anybody who's going to get you killed, no matter which side
As I write, the Cooper crew are putting the sails back on the boat. We took them off and sent them to the North Sails loft, but the sailmaker did not think they were repairable, and assumed they could sell me new sails. Nope. I will have to find a better facility to do the job.
I have lots to do today and at this point, I don't have a list.
As I was finishing breakfast, Tim came back and we needed to pull out cushions again to finish one little job. He finished and left, but during his time, we had a good conversation. He is a jack-of-all-trades and knowledgeable on many topics. Being of the same inclination, we swapped a lot of ideas on how to deal with little annoyances on the boat and on enhancements needed.
When he left the morning was almost gone. Time to clean up and organize my thoughts. At this time tomorrow, I'll have people aboard and be on my way to Thetis Island.
I spent the day puttering and sorting , putting the cushions back, cleaning and doing boat things. Mid-afternoon, I tried the new outlets and, guess what, they did not work. No power, no indicator light. I called Dave.
Tim showed up shortly after and spent another half-hour finishing the job.
By 1800, I had finished and went up to the skippers meeting on shore. There, I met my crew, Kevin, and suggested he stay on board overnight so we can leave early. I then borrowed Colin's car and went for provisions.
The car is a hybrid Fusion and a sufficiently nice machine that I would consider buying one. It is quiet and intuitive. I won't buy one, of course, but I did like it.
I returned to the boat around 2100 and Kevin showed up shortly after. He went right to bed, but I stayed up a while, then quit for the day.
Saint Laurent has
excellent taste. The more he copies me, the better taste he displays.
I woke up and looked at my tablet. '6:10' it said and I was grateful it did not say '3:10'. I tend to awaken early on days when I plan to travel and 0300 seems to be the number burned into my subconscious.
I got up, turned on the lights, began making breakfast and coffee then glanced at my phone. It said '3:12'. The tablet is still on Ontario time.
I went back to bed.
At 0500, my phone, now at the bedside, chimed and woke me. Notifications are supposed to sleep until 0700, but somehow this app had not heard the news. I got up and had breakfast.
My plan was to awaken at 0600 but 0500 is close enough. Sunrise is at 0705 and I'd like to leave at first light or shortly after. Taking a few hours to wake up, become fully conscious and prepare is a good idea. Weather, tides, the course and more need to be considered before casting off the lines.
I was ready to go by 0700 and was casting off the lines when Kevin showed up on the dock, ready to go. We motored out to the Bay and dropped the dinghy into the water at the green buoy and began towing it.
Motoring out of the Bay and for the first part of the crossing, we encountered very little wind, but once clear of land, the wind picked up and we sailed close hauled, then on a reach at up to eight knots. It looked as if we would arrive at Porlier Pass an hour early, but an hour from the Pass, the wind dropped and we arrived a little before slack.
By then the others had caught up since they were motoring. We dropped sail and motored through the Pass, then followed some sailboats north. It turned out the rest of our group had gone south and we were at the destination before the others. I am a natural strategist. As for tactics, I'm only so-so. My strength is the long game.
The crossing had been perfect and the day had become sunny and warm. We tied up and went for a beer, then I had a nap.
Afterwards, at 1700, I fried up a salmon steak bought yesterday and which could not wait and some of the chicken stew I made yesterday, then went up to join the group at the pub. There, I had two beers and sat through conversations, watching the people.
I did not order food. Seems I don't like restaurant food anymore, not that I ever did. Burgers, fries, onion rings. Nope. The rest is not much more suited to my diet either.
I am realizing that I left home on the thirteenth of last month to go on a ski trip and am now have been away six weeks.
A person who never
made a mistake never tried anything new.
It rained overnight and the morning was sunny and calm. We were destined for Newcastle Island via Dodds Passage. At ten we left and motored as there was no wind. I slept and left Kevin at the helm and awoke just before we reached Dodds.
We all went through Dodds a bit before slack and encountered two knot currents at the narrowest part. Once in Northumberland Channel, we ran wing on wing to the point, and sailed right to our destination.
When we arrived and tied up, the weather had turned dull and breezy. Kevin wanted to go into Nanaimo and I had discovered that my stern light was burnt out, so I called The Harbour Chandler. They had LED replacements, so Kevin and I ran in with the dinghy and walked over to the shop.
When we left town, we agreed on the Dinghy Dock Pub and stopped there for a beer on the way back to the boat. I had two and a burger.
By the time we were done, it was almost six and the others were coming over for supper as planned, but I was tired and went back to Cassiopeia. Kevin stayed.
A campfire was planned for the evening at nine, but I chose to watch video. The fact that it started to rain reinforced my decision to stay in, and I went to sleep early.
Education is the
ability to listen to almost anything
In the morning, the weather had cleared, but the wind was gusting. We all met on shore for the Easter Egg Hunt. I watched. The kids went wild and so did some of the adults.
After the egg hunt we prepared to depart. Strong, gusty winds caused concern for some in the group and departure was delayed a bit.
Kevin had received a call to go into work, so had to be dropped at the ferry terminal nearby, so we motored up Newcastle Island Passage to Departure Bay against a stiff breeze and dropped him at the gas dock. Then I sailed back down the channel.
I joined up with several others in our group at Newcastle and we tacked out of the Bay, 50% reefed, then turned downwind. I ran inside Entrance Island under full sail at up to eight knots to the entrance to Silva Bay, motored in, and docked flawlessly despite wind gusts. I had to take the adjacent slip to my assigned slip since B18 was blocked by another boat's tender.
We all milled around on the dock a while, visited on boats and the kids in the group -- Colin's and Rob's -- borrowed my dinghy to accompany the kayaks they borrowed to play in the bay. I lay down at five and slept 58 minutes, waking right on schedule for supper.
At six, we all went to the restaurant for supper. Again, I gave in and had wings and seafood chowder. That cost me $25 and was not as satisfying as my chicken stew, frankly, but the company was good.
There is still ice on my pond.
Nobody talks so
constantly about God as those who insist that there is no God.
Today, it is all over. We return to Vancouver, but the winds are high and the company would really like me to take Cassiopeia back to Sidney due to a shortage of dock space at Granville Island, so I turned southeast to Porlier Pass on the way to Sidney. I arrived there early, almost at full ebb, with four knots current pushing me through.
In the past three years, I have become a local, so I sailed through, but with engine idling at the ready -- just in case I got turned around by the eddies. At the rapids I gave a bit of extra push as a precaution and was soon out into Trincomali Channel. As I went through, I spoke with Mom and learned she had has a bit of stomach trouble but was fine now.
I had phoned Bruce and we agreed to meet at Fernwood, so I pulled into the dock there and tied up. The wind was quite strong at the moment and I had a bit of trouble docking. I have to confess I stepped off onto the dock with the boat idling in reverse and therefore had a bad time managing to stop the boat and tie up.
Bruce and I had coffee at the Fernwood Road Cafe then I continued on down the channel. Drinking coffee made me tired and I decided on James Bay for a rest. Before I got there, though, the wind dropped and I motored into Selby Cove, a bit south of there, and dropped the hook.
I had a nap and then decided it is so beautiful and calm here that I'll spend the night and go to Sidney tomorrow.
I had a shower and made some stew. I see it is 1942 already and still light out. Summer is coming.
Time to get home -- soon.
produced a vast population able to read but unable to distinguish what
is worth reading.
I woke up at 0430 and found I was wide awake. I had gone to bed around 2130 last night, so I figured I had enough sleep. I had napped yesterday, too. I got up and began the day.
I see the boat has not moved much: just the usual motion around the anchor, and not enough to trip either of the anchor alarms I set when I went to bed.
Today my plan is to travel to Sidney, fuel up, tie up, pack, meet with a sailmaker and perhaps return to Vancouver by ferry, have meetings and head for the ski hills as make my way home.
I arrived at Sidney around ten after refueling at Van Isle. At noon, I met with the sailmaker and then went grocery shopping. I had decided to take the opportunity at hand to enjoy nice weather.
By about two-thirty, I was ready and I cast off with no destination. Butchart Gardens was one possibility. I have an annual pass and the mooring balls are free, BUT there are crowds and far too many flowers.
I bought a bright red kalanchoe at Fairway Market and that will be enough flowers for me for now. As for food, I mostly bought ingredients to improve the stew I made last night. Without diced tomatoes, chopped onion and broth, the stew is decidedly lacking. (Ugggh!)
Once clear of the marina, I turned south. I had considered going across the border, six miles away to Roche Harbor, Friday Harbor, or any of the cool stops on that side of the line, but was drawn by Sooke -- and Victoria, both in the same direction, meaning I could start with no need to decide immediately. A March/Easter trip to Victoria is a family tradition that has died in recent years.
I sailed into Cadboro Bay and dropped the anchor at 1730, well before sunset, and watched the locals wading, paddling SUPs, and hiking the beach.
The days are getting long and outlast my energy. I'm sitting here typing at 1922 and the sun is still high. Having been up since 0430, I'm looking forward to the end of the day. I suppose I should just adjust to west coast time.
When it becomes serious,
you have to lie.
I am starting to think I must be crazy. I left home for a planned two weeks away and am now approaching seven weeks on the road, or at present, on the sea.
No matter. My job for the day is to explore beyond where I have sailed before. The winds re expected to be light, so I may be motoring, rather than sailing much of the time.
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I motored up to Sooke and around the Sooke Basin, then decided to return to Sidney.
On the return voyage, I encountered some wind and sailed a while, but found myself motoring again when approaching Race Passage. From there, I motored all the way to Sidney Island. As I motored, I cooked the chicken and onion and added them and other ingrediets to yesterday's concoction and it turned out perfect.
Just outside Cadboro Bay, two orcas swam under my boat. It came as a total surprise. I caught something out of the corner of my eye and happened to turn around, to notice them feeding right beside me. They then turned and dove under the boat, coming up behind me.
There are no whales in this picture. It is a shot of where disappeared. By the time I found my phone and shot it, I could only see dorsal fins and I did not even catch the fins as it turns out. The whole sighting lasted, maybe, a minute at most.
They didn't even look at me. They were chasing something, and by the time I thought to take a picture they were gone. Besides, I had the window curtains closed, making photography difficult and blurry.
I did dishes, had a shower and sat down to write. At 2008, daylight faded as quickly as if someone had flicked a switch. I got up and looked out to see what happened. All I could surmise was that the sun went down. Across water, sunset can be sudden. Sometimes people see a green flash at that instant.
Tomorrow, I have a meeting, fuel up again, pack, then catch the ferry and somehow recover my van and drive east.
By the time all that happens, it will be late in the day, but I'll make a few miles at least before sleeping and the next day, I'll ski somewhere or drive home. We'll see.
A man travels the world over in
search of what he needs, and returns home to find it
My goodness! It is Thursday already. On Saturday, I'll be away from home for seven straight weeks!
I'm anchored a little over two miles from my dock at my home marina this morning. I have a conference call at 1000, then I'll lift anchor, fuel up, and return to Port Sidney to get ready to take the ferry to the mainland and start the 670-mile drive home tomorrow.
I had thought to try to cross today on the ferry, but I think I'll need more time to get packed and gone. besides, it is much more convenient for Colin to meet me first thing in the morning since the ferry is much closer to his home than Granville Island is.
I motored over to Van Isle, fuelled up and returned to the dock, tied up and had a nap. Then I borrowed the van and went up town to get some dunnage bags for the extra gear I would have to leave aboard and to carry the larger amount than expected of items going home.
On my return, I had supper, started sorting and packing, watched video, set alarms, and went to sleep early.
A bank is a place that will lend you
money if you can prove that you don't need it.
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