Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Reply to Ulli's Commnet on Day 8 - Long Johns

Hi Ulli,

Thanks for the comment. You were correct. It immediately got warm again for a few hours. But last night was fleece night. And I sewed three inches of cloth onto the bottom of my shorts. I'm going to do that every day so that I'll have long pants by the time we get to SF.

Regarding the sails, the wedding dress is slightly shredded around the ankles but, otherwise, all is well. The "Dalmation" sail is doing very well. No more giant squid ink so far.

Klau says Hi. He's been very quiet. I think he's planning something.

Chris

3 comments:

  1. Don't talk about Klau! Shake the ti leaves instead. You're getting close to 1/2way - yeah!
    Very windy here but not cool. All sounds good and we continue to watch your daily progress.
    Kim and Lou

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  2. Rick and Maria LuciaJune 9, 2010 at 9:49 PM

    A Nautical Ballad

    A CAPITAL ship for an ocean trip
    Was The Walloping Window-blind --
    No gale that blew dismayed her crew
    Or troubled the captain's mind.
    The man at the wheel was taught to feel
    Contempt for the wildest blow,
    And it often appeared, when the weather had cleared,
    That he'd been in his bunk below.

    The boatswain's mate was very sedate,
    Yet fond of amusement, too;
    And he played hop-scotch with the starboard watch,
    While the captain tickled the crew.
    And the gunner we had was apparently mad,
    For he sat on the after-rail,
    And fired salutes with the captain's boots,
    In the teeth of the booming gale.

    The captain sat in a commodore's hat
    And dined, in a royal way,
    On toasted pigs and pickles and figs
    And gummery bread, each day.
    But the cook was Dutch, and behaved as such;
    For the food that he gave the crew
    Was a number of tons of hot-cross buns,
    Chopped up with sugar and glue.

    And we all felt ill as mariners will,
    On a diet that's cheap and rude;
    And we shivered and shook as we dipped the cook
    In a tub of his gluesome food.
    Then nautical pride we laid aside,
    And we cast the vessel ashore
    On the Gulliby Isles, where the Poohpooh smiles,
    And the Anagazanders roar.

    Composed of sand was that favored land,
    And trimmed with cinnamon straws;
    And pink and blue was the pleasing hue
    Of the Tickletoeteaser's claws.
    And we sat on the edge of a sandy ledge
    And shot at the whistling bee;
    And the Binnacle-bats wore water-proof hats
    As they danced in the sounding sea.

    On rubagub bark, from dawn to dark,
    We fed, till we all had grown
    Uncommonly shrunk, -- when a Chinese junk
    Came by from the torriby zone.
    She was stubby and square, but we didn't much care,
    And we cheerily put to sea;
    And we left the crew of the junk to chew
    The bark of the rubagub tree.

    Charles Edward Carryl

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  3. For heaven's sake - do not mention HIM! Go and shake the ti leaves; them natives do know what they are taking about!
    This stitching-on is a nuisance, I know, I also do it all the time when on delivery. But you have to do it,
    Ulli
    P.S. I wanne get a signed photo when you really arrive in stitched-on long pants ;-)

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