Thursday, January 15, 2015

More on today!

"The transmission has a fault that we are trying to locate", said Andre, of the 'spensive car servicing joint.

So now, the venerable Family Truckster is down for maintenance? On the eve of a three day weekend???  Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

Good thing we have other conveyance, not to mention the offer from 'spensive car servicing joint to use at no charge one of their loaners or a rental from da' rental joint nearby.

If I were known as a fraternity, it would be Kilo Delta.

Ok, I bought some lotto tickets for the weekend, we may be due for some good luck now after this annoying adversity. At least we are all healthy and free of pain!

See ewe later...

Barco (Kilo Delta/Not Mission Capable), Out.

Setbacks and responses

Somebody spent an afternoon, a cold winter afternoon... Scrubbing the exterior of a boat to prepare for the weekend adventure. Knocking the green stuff off the North side of a Southbound vessel, one could say.

While this was going on, I was waiting for the arrival of the technician who would make the generator do it's generating thing and thusly make us ready for living aboard for a three night period. Tom came and indeed, did maketh the lightning cometh forth from the kohler-created contraption!

Then we had a look at a small leak on the starboard diesel which had a twin (leak) on the port diesel, just about the area of the fuel injector pump(s).

"This is not good, spaketh the Wizard (Tom), for these pumps are verily sensitive, and will not respond well to the machinations of mere men. But they are to be tended by practitioners of those dark arts, prophets of the profit who have trained years as apprentices to the demons that control the light and fire that lurketh in the cast iron hearts of locomotion." "And, this ain't shade-tree mechanic stuff, uh-huh!"

In other words, diesel fuel injector pumps operate at precise pressures (1500 psi) and any deviation may cause the engine to possibly Never. Run. Again. Or at any rate, not start when I turn the key. So I better get the boat spending unit chits together and ready the pain suppression team because this one is gonna hurt.

I called Roy's Diesel on Lenox avenue and chatted for twenty minutes with the nice man. He says it will be at least $750 per unit for the rebuild and $89 bucks an hour for install/reinstall time. Three days to get it all done.

So now I know whose kid is going to college. His.

After all this had gone down, there was still one person who had not been included in the ongoing situation;

She Who Will Be Obeyed.

The One who is looking forward to a grand three night visit (on Her Boat) to the Nation's Oldest City.

This was going to cause grief, and I do not like to be any cause of grief in her life, it just doesn't pay, knowwutimean?

I went online and used the goo-gal to see if anyone else has had these problems with Perkins 6.354 engines.

Yep. very common issue, usually resulting in overhaul of the injector pump, at great personal expense. Good news is that Perkins 6.354 diesels have a planned life expectancy of 15K hours, (Mine have 2600 on the clocks) excluding fuel injector pumps.

When She Who Will Be Obeyed came home, she asked about the Barco Sin Vela, and the state of her readiness for travel. I gave her the bad news first and then said we could still go on our trip is she didn't mind the gallon or two of diesel fuel in the bilge.

And if any diesel got pumped overboard we could be subject to a $5000 fine...

There was a little wailing and gnashing of teeth, mostly from me. We established that the trip was most likely to be canceled and the weekend would be shot, and it was only partly my fault.

Plan B was started on after dinner. I sent 'regrets' to the City Marina and the Marine Trawler organization for our upcoming absence. I began searching on the Webz for Plan B's destination and found it in New Smyrna Beach, a mile or so North of the Canaveral National Seashore.

Today's taskers are take the Family Truckster to the 'spensive sports place and have service performed. She Who Will Be Obeyed requires sunshine and seashores for her anniversary weekend and She will damn well be gettin' it!

It's a ragtop weekend, since there is no Barco there will be Family Truckster, with a beach front balcony at the destination!




Oh, yeah. I just set a 1230 appointment to meet the diesel dood at the boat and I also have to take my Mom to the eye doctor at 1220.

It's. Always. Something.

Have a fine day.

Barco out.


Saturday, January 10, 2015

Saturday Morning coming down...

Title would make an interesting moniker for a song, considering that coming down implies someone being in a state of inebriation or at least being a bit high the night before.

Nope. Dined on Indian spiced braised lamb shanks with one glass of Argentinian merlot to chase it down. Afterwards it was water and a short evening of nothing-doing. This morning I have made the bacon butties, served them to She Who Will Be Obeyed and her birthday celebratin' dad along with the life giving coffee. So now begins the coming' down part in which I perform the kitchen field day with particular concentration on removing grease from pans and surfaces.

Note: I hate the fact the house reeks of bacon, but that is the price we pay for first world affluence.

My march to a slimmer waist-line continues unabated, having been on this forced march since the beginning of December. In the previous five days I have walked no less than 27 miles on the treadmill with good result. My daily wear belt has no more notches and is loose thereby making my gig line look sloppy. Eight more pounds will see me back in my London era suits and jackets, which is a goal. According to Captain Ron; "Incentives are good, I learned that in rehab..."

In the past ten years I have packed on a significant amount of tonnage and in which I have bounced up and down (five pounds at a time) and continue to have been frustrated by the hopelessness of being fat. For instance, I was running four miles a day back in June and all I did was hover at a point fifteen pounds above my present tonnage. The results were that I got very sore knees and still the heap big waist. On Thanksgiving, my very good friend and beer drinking partner Phil informed me he was on that Atkins thing, and that he dropped a couple pant-sizes. So off I went on the same mission but instead of going hard-core into so-called dieting I will resolve to enjoy wine or beer on special days along with whatever cake or desserts, too.

My overall sense of physical feeling today is one of positive goodness. I walk five or six miles on the treadmill, pump a little iron in our gym and get the ol' heart rate up and still take the recuperative naps. Cutting out the excess carbs has been minimally hard, and giving up dried fruit and other goodies like bread is a tough habit to break, sort of. But I'm eating salads and regular foods anyway, and in fact it's not much of a difference from my regular dining experience. Just no breads, cereals, fruit and beer. We don't eat much processed foods around here, so everyone else residing at the Veldt Lounge and Serengetti Spa is not put out too much.

Besides, She Who Will Be Obeyed deserves someone who looks reasonable in nice attire and photographs well. Like the old days...




The take away line I like in that song is "...Recallin' what made it a ball".

T-Minus six days until the next underway period to St Augustine.

Barco out.





Thursday, January 8, 2015

Day eight of the new year, and I can't seem to get motivated!









"Moi?"
I was visiting the Old AF Sarge blog and he had so much to say and all of it nice... Meanwhile, I sit here at the computer wrestling with Maogwai Cat for space at the keyboard. Mao is trying to knock my cup of water off the table and make me pay attention to HIM. There is head butting and purring, too.

'Be loozin' my twain of thought, see.





Anyhow, I am looking pretty weak blogging wise, compared to my new friend up in the Northeast who is full of stuff that needs to get out. Here in the colder part of North Florida, aside from wrestling the cat there isn't too much that is interesting going on.

We are having some diesel leaks repaired on the twin Perkins engines, seems the lines going in/out of the injector pumps have decided to vent a bit of fuel into the bilge, which just. Won't. Do. Smelly for all involved and the Coast Guard gets a bit miffed if they catch a boat dribbling oil slicks on the national waterways.

While we (Ahem, the Royal 'We') are at that mess, we might as well have all fluids changed along with the filters on all engines and generator. Seems we are planning a little field trip to the Oldest City, (St Augustine) next Friday for a three nighter. I am hoping for more appropriate temperatures to accompany us on our seven hour expedition.

In honor of the cold weather this week, I covered some of our plants outside. Did you know what happens with broccoli when you wait too long to pick? Hmmm?

This;



Broccoli flowers!

The buckets are protecting some  brussels sprout plants. Off camera is a nice cocktail lime-something else tree which is covered by the traditional lime-tree Hijab, I mean black plastic bag.

Stay warm out there, keep the powder dry and the family safe!

Barco Sin Vela, out.

Friday, January 2, 2015

About to begin the new boating year...

With a run to Six Mile Creek, home of the Outback Crabshack. Premier destination for hit-or-miss dining pleasure coupled with beautiful rural surroundings. The free dock provided for customer use is the reason for visiting anytime! I really like the folks at the Crabshack for providing this unique, Old Florida styled destination.



Ahhh, but this trip is all depending on me feeling the love from the local weather, which is looking cloudy. Saturday may be a better day for this expedition as local wx is forecasted to be sunny and warm, which means a clear sky for our evening aboard. Stars are an important part of any boat trip, would you agree?

As a few of you know, I am all about sunshine and warm over cloudy and cool. It's the need for a sense of weather improvement which directly aids the happier attitude and general well being that keeps me going on. Yet another reason to reside in the South! Winter here lasts a week or so at a time, unlike up North where the snow and lack of sunshine is a direct threat to mental and general health. Snow and ice to me is oppression. Skiing is good fun and exercise, but one should drive four hours, get the exercise finished, drive home and enjoy warmer weather.

More But's...;

But, before going anywhere, I gotta wash the filth that has settled on the decks off of the Barco because it has been a few weeks and the boat looks like a homeless vagrant lives there. Yet another delay to getting underway, I know. Unlike many homeless vagabonds, we do have plenty of food and drink onboard to keep the crew in a merrier sort of way no matter what we wind up doing.

More action, less talk!

Barco Out.


Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Happy End of December!

By the Cement Pond...

We celebrated pre-new year's eve/evening by ruining the diet I've been following religiously for the past few weeks. I did this by eating pizza and having some beer in flagrant disregard of Dr Atkin's rules for creative dining. Afterwards, I closed last night's victual debauchery with an evening under the stars, setting by the pool warmed by fire along with my favorite partner in crime!

The flame is catching...

Conflag by the concrete cistern

That tall mug on the little table is mine, filled with a delicious Sierra Nevada Pale Ale poured freshly from the keg. The Spousal Unit is not dieting and does not partake in barley pops, so she prefers grapes that have been smashed and left in a dark place to brood... alone, in a bottle.

Fast forward to now;  Thinking the worst about my recent behavior, I checked my tonnage when I rose this morning and found I lost a pound! She Who Will Be Obeyed also checked hers and reported the same so now we have decided that we should write the definitive diet book called, "The Pizza and Beer Diet; A real world solution to your weight loss angst".

Who's with me on that title? The book will practically write itself!

Someone has to have fun, ok? My recently passed friend, Buck, would be reading this in Portales now (freezing his skinny butt off!) and would comment about this matter and be in full agreement and possibly add some bit of wisdom from his years of having pursued that same objective.

So go out (or stay home), make yourself an enjoyable moment today and I hope all of you who read this remain in good health and cheer.

Next year is gonna be the best!

Barco Sin Vela II, Out.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Boating Sunday

The morning fog was lifting so I decided to bring the Barco to Lamb's and get a diesel fill up. Fuel was down to $3.15, so I thought I would get a couple hundred gallons.

Untied the Barco and everything looked clear so I was underway, solo.

Looks nice, right?

I am wearing a personal floatation device for safety.

Still clear...

Uh, oh. Fog!

Entering the cloud.


Still looks good back at home plate.

Fog!

Sounding the horn every two minutes.


Downtown Jax.


Bridge is getting clear, finally.

An hour later.

Much better.
I left the Yacht Club and entered some thick fog. I sounded my horn which was a surprise to the anchored fishing boat I passed in the soup.

Slowed the boat to idle and continued North at five knots, doing a prolonged blast on the horn to alert anyone nearby. I did hear some small outboard motors, but never saw them. They heard me, though.

After about fifteen minutes I made a turn to the southwest to enter the Ortega River. I did not see the bridge until I was about a hundred yards away, and  the fog completely lifted as I passed under the bridge. A few moments later I was pumping fuel at Lamb's and was lightened in the wallet by about $802 bucks. It was a great ride back.

Barco is now ready with about 400 miles worth of fuel, let's go boating!

See you later...

Barco Out.