Happy MDW!!

Half of a 150 Genoa up and doing almost 7 knots.

For the love of Joe, try to get out on the water this weekend!

Hey Stinkbug!

Stinkbug

Hiding from the rain

Dead Bug

Wash it down the drain

Some kind of pre-historic bug is in my pad

Don't know how it got here but it's driving me mad

Stinkbug

On the window ledge

Squashed Bug

Smells like Lemon Pledge

Some think that Stinkbugs have been around for a while

I never remember seeing them as a child!

You can walk on me

You can walk on me

You can walk on me

You'll be sorry if you walk on me

Stinkbug

Clinging to my beer

Screened in

How'd you get in here?

Some say that Stinkbugs pre-date ancient history

Stinkbug removal's now a cottage industry

You can crawl on me

You can crawl on me

You can crawl on me

I will crush you if you crawl on me

Hey Stinkbug

Hey Stinkbug

Hey Stinkbug.................

Glass Onion

A Martini is simply Gin and Vermouth, at a ratio of between 4:1

and 6:1, shaken or stirred with ice, and strained into a glass,

hopefully frosted, containing an olive or squeezed lemon peel.

My favorite is a Gibson.  Vermouth is optional, and I take that

option.  Cocktail onions finish the garnish.  Some folks say,

 "fill the shaker with ice and Gin, and wave it in the direction of

Italy". I say, hold the shaker still and pour some Vermouth in. Then

shake the f&$% out of it.  It's funny.  Usually the Martini

tastes great after the first sip.  If it doesn't, wait a couple more sips

and then you can't tell any more.

Here we go with Jersey Seafood.  A sauteed Softshell Crab sits

upon a Potato cake with Bacon and Scallions in it.  To its

starboard, a stir-fry of Baby Bok Choy and Snow Peas with Ginger,

and to port, seared Atlantic City Sea Scallops.  A smear of Oyster

sauce and Sriracha lead the way, with Thyme flowers and Thai Basil

chiffonade to cover.   P.S.- Zoom in on this image. 

Your stomach will be growling.  Promise.

I'm Only Sleeping (Finally)

It had gotten to the point where I was sleeping in the guestroom
 a few nights a week, or at least at the opposite end of the bed.
You guessed it:  I snore.  And not just cute

little snoring, but loud, obnoxious, walrus-like snoring.

And I can't hear myself snoring.  What's all the fuss about,
I wondered.  I'd get poked, nudged and yelled at every night. 
Roll over! she'd say, you're snoring! I've got advice for anyone
 in my position: Don't deny that you're snoring. 

It just makes it worse.  I'm not snoring!  Right, she said.  I just felt
 like waking you up. I was wide awake trying to get back to sleep!,
I would say.  Guess what, I did fall back to sleep.  And immediately
started snoring again, hence the elbow in my ribcage.

A lot of fun has been made of snoring over the years, and admittedly
 it is funny to hear. But it gets old very quickly.  The cause of snoring
 is the obstruction of air flow through your breathing passageway,
 thus creating vibration and noise.  Often, its cause is due to an
over-sized uvula, thick throat walls resulting in a narrower-than-usual
airway, and lying on one's back, which allows the tongue to settle in
the back of the throat. Guilty on all three counts, along with being
heavier than I should be, no doubt.  It was very firmly suggested to
me by the one with whom I share the bed to get a sleep test done
and fix this problem.  There was to be no more snoring for me.

A polysomnography is a sleep study during which sleep technicians
constantly monitor a patient with video, audio, and several different
sensors placed all over one's body to record heart rhythm,
blood-oxygen levels, and muscle, limb, and rapid-eye movements. 
And, with the addition of breathing apparatus such as a CPAP or
BiPAP, they can monitor breathing patterns.  From here, the sleep
doctor can mull over the data and come up with a treatment.

To make a long story a bit shorter, after the first of three $15,000

sleep studies performed on me (thank God for my wife's insurance),

 it was determined that I most-unmistakenly had very severe sleep

apnea.  In the 270 minutes of actual sleep I managed to get during 

over seven hours of lights-out (it didn't feel like even an hour), I had

racked up over 400 sleep disruptions.  This is where your body

realizes that it's not getting enough oxygen through your obstructed

airway, and makes a desperate GASP! to regain normal oxygen

levels.  This is the loud snort that usually awakens a loved one

or room mate.This lack of oxygen over the course of nights,

weeks, months, and even years takes its toll on body organs,

most notably the heart. It leaves the sufferer with an exhausted

feeling in the morning, more so than when he goes to bed. 

A nap in mid-afternoon needs only three minutes of eyes closed

in a comfortable chair in order to occur,

and stops at traffic lights can be hazardous at times.

When I wake up early in the morning
Lift my head, I'm still snoring

Once again, trying to make the long story less boring, I was

placed on a BiPAP machine, which stands for Bi-level

Positive Air Pressure. This machine blows plain air through one's

air passage at a certain pressure, and the pressure decreases by half

during exhalation.  This keeps the walls of those airways expanded

and free of vibration, virtually, or in my case, completely eliminating

snoring. What's more important, I don't have any disruptions due

to low oxygen levels and therefore I'm not placing my health at

risk. I've slept in my own bed for well over a month and have not

been poked, nudged, or falsely accused of snoring. 

Lying here and staring at the ceiling
Waiting for that sleepy feeling

Oh, and by the way, I've also had much less trouble falling asleep.

I do believe I'll go to bed now.......



And I Love Her

If I can have 25 more years, I'll be a lucky devil. 

Oh, and everything I said last year still applies.

Fender

Wahines!

My friend is in Hawaii and all he sent

me was this lousy postcard.  Kidding

Joe!  This postcard was printed with

ecologically-sound inks and Chlorine-

free paper from managed forests.

Joe, get back to your Mai-Tai before

the ice melts, and get out on the water

this weekend, huh?  I think I'll go

to bed now.

What Happened?

Caption Contest

Love you Taru, but I couldn't resist.  The winner may win something,

but I haven't decided on the prize.  Don't let that keep you from

being creative.  This photo begs for interesting comments.  Be nice.

Barnegat Blues

 

We had no idea what to do with them when we caught them,

but once we got them home, then came the easy part!

'43, '63 and '77 at 829

Dad to port, and a neighborhood friend 

manning the starboard oar.

Messing about off the dock at 829 South Drive

with Mike moored in the background.

Nana next to Dad's Karmann Ghia in the big driveway at 829.

It was a double lot, so 1/2 of the property was a gravel yard

for cars, sailboats, and drying spinnakers.  And weeds.

E-Scow MC 2 with Laser 802 on top, either ready to go

down bay Saturday morning, or Saturday evening, after a day of 

racing.  Not visible is Dad's VW Squareback with the Penguin

on the roof, that towed the Scow/Laser combo.  Notice the

varnished wooden Laser blades in the foreground.