|The last scrim of clouds before they blew away.|
As with anyplace one lives, the same sights are really never the same. Some days, the sailboat riggings look like they are some kind of art work, just for my gazing pleasure. Oh. They are.
I've never seen this boat on the water but it entertains me all of the time.
While waiting for bits and bobs to come in (Jesse reminds me I'm lucky to be finding some of the bobs for my 22 year old "brand new" outboard engine at all, let alone slowly, which does do the zen trick of dealing with time patience - thanks, Jesse!) other things are getting done. Painting and shelving, tweaking and plotting, awaiting the day when I'm off the dock and on the mooring (which is now a real thing! hooray x1000).
|Thanks, bro, for the pretty mosquito net. It's used every night!|
Of course, whoever wins, it's a win for animal needs and caretakers but it would be great if it was us!
Have a wealth of worthiness Wednesday! Do something willingly.