Decorum

Milestones for the week are the procurement (legally of course) of ground transportation , some minor repairs, and getting the Bear to Tampa for festivities to be determined at the end of the week. Bear has been wearing a really weird back brace that has done some miracle stuff for her pain. She was not supposed to wear it more than a few hours a day yet that did not suffice. Now, for the first time in weeks she is relatively comfortable and looking forward to getting off the boat to do a bit of shopping. That says a bunch since she does not like to shop but it is a wonderful thing to see a smile on her face. She even did dishes today. I warned her about jeopardizing her status as guest.

 Hooter Patrol IV

Having been on this dock for over two weeks now, I think we are the longest tied up here. Thus, by default, methinks we are now the mayors. As such, it falls on us to enforce the standards on this dock and be mindful of nare-do-wells. One such example is a 110 feet boat that sneaked alongside last evening late. It looks most gracious in form and size but there is one thing that is of concern to the dock. She sports a name that may well indicate intent to diminishes the demeanor of this place and may well re-define the general morals hereof. We will have to keep a close eye on her to make sure that she lives up to the standards of her name and not let any such activities “spill over” onto the rest of us. To do that, we will monitor the visitors that board her. By “we”, I mean I. Bear thinks there may be employment opportunities for some along this doc. I mentioned most diplomatically that the wearing of a back brace automatically disqualifies one from contention. In the interest of fairness, we will see how this is played out. Come to think of it, there are two boats that fit into this category.

One very expensive graphite race boat.  Spars, bowsprit, wheels, decks and hull all graphite.

This just in:

While finishing up this posting, we were smacked pretty hard by the tender to Champaign Cher.  The tender is parked on our side of this long dock just ahead of as the morning ebb tide is running.  Bham! We felt a doozie of a lurch toward our dock fenders which absorbed the shock.  Once again, calling on my cat-like reflexes, I headed topside whilst offering no good will to the offending boat.  Just as I emerged from the hatchway I might have muttered something like "Get you checkbook out A*****hole!"  in something other than low tones.  Just then, I noticed a fellow standing at the bow of Why Knot on the dock who looked most offended and surprised at my statement.  He had nothing to do with the incident but appeared to be reaching for his wallet. He wasn't aware of the event, just strolling down the dock enjoying the morning.  Then I emerge from a silent boat with the above comment.  Once I started toward the starboard side to survey the damage, he was relieved that he "owed" nothing and could go on.  Meekly, he did offer to assist if needed.  As it turned out, we got a rub rail smudge from the offender and the helmsman will be back to remove it.  No harm, no foul.