As the top says, we like to sail, travel and eat. Most of this blog is written with my tongue firmly planted in my cheek. Beware that I might get a bit salty with the language at times, but it's all in good fun.
And despite what you may read, we are a very happily married couple.because we can laugh at ourselves.
Laugh. Love. Eat. Sail. Enjoy.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Compy Comp's Nemesis


aka ...  COLOR

My spouse is color blind, from what we can tell from the tests...ALL of it.

So, here are some tests for red/green color blindness. If you don't pass, the rest is a little important for mariners.

Answers below:


1.

 2.
 3.




ANSWERS:

  1. 8
  2. If you are not color blind, you will see a yellow square and a faint brown circle.  If you are red/green color blind you will only see the square. If you are my spouse, you will go, huh?
  3. 6

Now what does this mean?  Check this out.  Looks pretty innocuous close up, but far away?  No way in hell for a color blind person.  And if you are forty--cough cough--ish, seeing the shapes ain't too whoopee either.



This is the entrance to our marina looking out from the marina.
From the channel its a hard turn to port with two other channel
markers there to make it exciting.

Just remember, some of the challenges aren't necessary coming from the weather or the ocean....

Thursday, November 22, 2012

What to give thanks for...


Sunsets Key West





My darling, exasperating, funny husband

Key West Pinks...yummmmmm

Dolphins on our bow
Southwest flying into Key West now!!!!

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone.

If it ain’t fixed….it broke


To sum up this trip.  It broke.  What did? It ALL did.  Ice machine, makes a lovely bunch of ice and then suddenly starts this endless loop of “I scoop the ice into the basket…I scoop the ice into the basket…I scoop the ice into the basket”, even tho’ there ain’t any ice to scoop.  So, ye olde circuit board is shot in that. Tim later read that it tends to happen, so back to the drawing board on that.

Next, why aren’t the batteries charging.  Because the boat electrician forgot to check the water levels in them.  To which he’s kicking himself for.  So off for a new set of batteries.  So the boy who put forth 5 tons of AGM batteries on the boat is now back to being the mere mortal.  However first set of batteries lost was more of a new battery charger failure than any lack of effort on our part.

Next.  Let’s finally get the head sail up.  Oh, let’s make sure the wind kicks back up while we do it. Oh, and let’s make sure we forget 15 steps so that the sail goes down, and then up, and then down and then up.  Take boat out, furler is toast.  Not. Our. Fault.  It got damaged 5 years ago when the boat was shipped to the Midwest.  The lake folks never quite got Humpty Dumpty put back together again.  So, to make a long story short, it’s always been a bit of a bitch to operate.  Until this last week when it upped it’s orneriness from bitchy to full out not going to work.  Tim wound up having to go up front and hand roll the sail.  Luckily, wind died and we had a flat sea.

So, back at shore, I pull out our boat computer, that had been working (except for communicating with the actual battery—but working plugged in) to find out that it no longer wants to boot up. The last thing I remember from having it on was that there was a gazillion Microsoft updates, this will be the second computer that shot crapped after a Microsoft update.  Thanks Microsoft.   Can’t think of what else it could be, the computer is in a protective case in the chart table so I don’t think corrosion is a factor.

So, next on this list.  Making dinner that night, pull open the door to the dish cabinet. SNAP. There goes the catch, now cabinet won’t close.

Not broke, but if you don’t have it, it mean, no work. That was propane.  All propane on boat simultaneously went out.  Now, that’s not as easy to do as it sounds. Don’t try it at home.  Luckily, in the land of the propane tanks, it’s easy to get refills.  In the midst of rushing around refilling propane the world famous Macadamia Nut Hawaiianbread stuffing got a tad overcooked/dried out, but since not much was left, not a total failure.  Tim rocked on the game hens again.

Finally, big whammy jammy.  The Torqeedo is kaput.  In some perverse German engineering reason, you have to hook up/disconnect the connections from the battery to the throttle in precise order….or you fry the circuit board.  Tim failed to remember that fact and, no work no more.  So, we have to send that off for repair.

So, out of all that. Only two things will need professional help (not including mental help), the furler and the Torqeedo.  The ice machine will probably be donated to somebody who wants to take the time to see if they can replace the board (if that’s actually the problem).