Novembrrrr

While I was fumbling, trying to take the mainsail off of the boom,

and cursing like a sailor because "it's never frickin easy for me to do 

something easy!", a couple of swans paddled by to see what the fuss

was all about.  What, you've never heard that kind of language from

the old guy across the marina from me who feeds you every day?

All the reeds are brown the reeds are brown

and the sky is gray and the sky is gray

Kinda fuzzy, but I guess that explains my mood this day.  Cruising

spinnaker near the end of the Forked River Channel, within

eyeshot of Old Barney.

I made it a point to pass this couple closely, snapping photos,

hoping that one would be worthy.  Got it.  I told them that

this was the best clamming boat I've ever seen.  They were

appreciative.  Notice the temporary rake guard clamped

onto the coaming.  I wonder if they're making stuffies tonight!

   I've heard sometimes they put chourico sausage in them. 

What are they thinking, keeping a black bear on the sedge island.

What are we trying to scare away?  Geese?  Who cares?

They should just cut a bear's likeness out of plywood and

paint it black.  Black as night.

Sorry old girl, bedtime for now.

We'll see you in a few months.