Up to speed is probably the wrong phrase to use here, now that I think about it. In addition to being another of those threadbare clichés that I should try harder to avoid. It's not as though any paces go faster when they get here. It might be more accurate to say that we're still trying to match up re-entry speeds with the lives we left somewhere on a mooring in a parallel universe.
I like watching sunrises like this, when the light climbs up behind low cloud banks. Anyone who was watching might think it silly of a grown man to be standing there watching the horizon like a kid trying to guess where the sun is going to pop through like a cosmic Jack-In-The-Box. I try to pick the exact spot, and it's tougher if you don't keep up with the changes. Hey, I still build sand castles, too, when no adults are around.
While I was off topping up my coffee I committed the sunrise observing sin of stopping just to check my email. These sunrise things happen fast here. So do sunsets. We're down near the part of the ball that travels the fastest while we spin through space. So of course I missed the best part of this one. By the time I walked back outside it had completely changed. And that was okay, too. I realized that I liked being back, and standing out in the quiet dawn barefooted and shirtless and watching the day approach us. I even took another photo. Things got way too bright to look at just a few seconds after this one.
We spent most of the first week we were back repairing and sorting things that needed sorting and repairing after nine weeks of negligence and inattention. It was enough that we had to make a written list, if that gives you an idea. I've already mentioned several of these in the previous blog post. There were a number of issues with electricity, appliances, and hardware at the house. Our lesson from this, once again, is that things designed to move really do need to keep moving here. That keeps the moving surfaces like bearings shiny and lubricated. If they stop, they immediately start to corrode, and if it goes on long enough, getting them started again can get complicated. Remember that old parable For the Want of a Nail? It's apparently been around since the 14th century but the short version I found on Wikipedia is;
For want of a nail the shoe was lost;
For want of a shoe the horse was lost;
For want of a horse the battle was lost;
For the failure of battle the kingdom was lost
All for the want of a horse-shoe nail.
I'm willing to bet that the troublesome little nail that started it all was made of iron. As is the main motor shaft of a ceiling fan, for example. I wonder if Unknown lived on a tropical island because I can imagine what would happen to an iron horse shoe nail here. Tropical horses must go barefoot a lot. I know we do. I'll tell you about what happens with leather, latex, and elastic things here some day. Realizing that some of us may be more interested in those things than others.
How's this for having the place to ourselves? The man standing in the rain down the beach runs the other conch shell business. I don't know if they're competitors or both working for the same who owns both conch shell staands. I know the gguy reading the paper inside the dry restaurant would seem to have the better location.
I want to go ahead and get this little bit posted to prove we're still kicking. We actually have quite a bit more to talk about but I've been having a devil of a time getting this put together. I've had a Lenovo high end laptop fail, an Asus mid level laptop fail, and an iPad blogging app suddenly stop working. La Gringa loaned me her computer to get this post together. So I'm going to spare you the long winded DIY stuff about all the little things we've been working on. And the way things are going we'll have fresh things to talk about shortly. We did launch the boat already. We got delayed a bit. After looking at the paint job condition, we decided to have the bottom cleaned and painted. Here's how she looked sitting in the yard when we got back to the island.
I'll talk more about that later. And we'll try to find out the story about this propeller, too. I suspect it's a doozy. I bet this this five bladed former beauty costs at least a hundred bucks.
We'll get the details and post as much of the story as we can tell you in print. Wow. That's enough zinc to do our whole boat.
And we're happy to see the sun setting in the ocean again. We'll find some spots for photos that don't include Providenciales, or the neighbors house for a change.