Tuesday, January 27, 2026

It Got Me...

 

Joan was under the weather last week.  Sore throat, body aches, sinus issues.  It hit at the same time that Stella went into heat, and then taking her in for the spay surgery.  While sleep was lacking for the whole household, I thought this crud had missed me.

I was wrong.  Last night, it hit me hard.  The "razor blades in the throat" feeling, snot coming out like a leaky faucet, and body aches.

I stayed away from my music buddies last week, missing a rehearsal with Mark, Podge, and Ron on Wednesday, and a jam with Allan and the guys on Friday.  And now I will miss the "big group" tomorrow; would have been all 7 of us there for the first time since we played out at a party at Ron's house last spring.  I miss the music and my friends.  Last week, I stayed away because of being exposed to Joan; didn't want to bring that to anyone.  This week, she is better and I get my turn with the crud.  

Monday, January 26, 2026

A Blast From The Past...

 

If you said, "Something that every radio DJ would say when playing an old song," you get 2 bonus points.  If you said, "What is a radio DJ?" get off my lawn, ya damn whippersnapper.  If you said, "A romantic comedy film from 1999, starring Brendan Fraser, Alicia Silverstone, Christopher Walken, and Sissy Spacek," you get 25 bonus points.

I am talking about a blast from our past: I recently heard from the guy who is the current owner of Wide Open.  "What's Wide Open?" you ask.  Thanks for asking.  Wide Open was the F-27 Corsair sailing trimaran we had before Wild Blue.  Great boat; fast, sleek, and stable.  It could sleep 5 (never slept more than just Joan and me when we had it), comfortable cockpit, great lounging on the nets between the main hull and the amas.



 My two favorite memories with that boat weren't while sailing (although it was a great sailing boat): lying out on the nets while watching a meteor shower in South Dakota, and watching dolphins swim around the boat in the moonlight while anchored overnight in the Laguna Madre in Texas.

The reason we sold it: we had ordered Wild Blue and were looking forward to boat cruising US and Canadian waters.  A power cruiser with an enclosed helm made more sense for us.  Both boats were towable, but going from land to water (and vice versa) was so much easier with the C-Dory.  Plus the stand up height (6'10") cabin in Wild Blue vs the 5' cabin height in Wide Open (except for the area right under the hatch when popped up that allowed full standing height when at the galley).  Each of those boats were outstanding in their own right. 

The gentleman that recently bought the boat has been trying to find information on the previous life of Wide Open (owners, where sailed, upgrades).  I was able to fill in some of that; we gave the boat that name.  We bought the boat through a dealer in Dallas, picked it up in Corpus Christi.  We owned it from 2001 to 2006; sold it through that same dealer (La Vida Starships).

We had the boat in South Dakota and Texas.  Kept it at a marina at Lake Angostura in South Dakota, using it on weekends.  Then hauled it south for winters in Texas.  The top photo above was at Angostura with Steph and Dan, the lower photo was at our dock in Texas.

The boat would fold for towing.  Not a fast procedure, but a clever design.  Here it is on the trailer behind the American Dream coach we had at the time...


 That rig was 78' long as pictured above.  Joan would drive separate in the Tahoe we had at the time, acting as the escort vehicle.  We couldn't fit in most parking lots or RV parks, so it took some logistics.  Once down, the Tahoe (or the Leisure Travel Van) could haul the boat for launching and retrieving at a boat ramp.  Setting up or de-rigging the boat was done on the trailer, using the trailer winch to raise or lower the 38' mast.  The amas (outriggers) were folded up or extended on the water.  Yeah, that part was a lot of work... and the reason we switched to Wild Blue, with our retirement plans for boat cruising.

For as big as that boat was, the design was ingenious and reasonably lightweight to allow for a (supposed) 8.5 foot width for towing.  Weight on the trailer was just over 5,000 pounds.  While called an F-27, the boat was just over 30' long.  In that photo above, you can see the windows on the rear cabin (which would sleep 2, but we used it for storage).  Width on the water was just over 19'; the draft (depth) of the boat was 5' with the daggerboard down, 1.2' with the daggerboard and rudder up.  The design displacement was just over 2,600 pounds, actual weight with motor and sails was around 3,200 pounds.  Keeping the boat light made for faster sailing speed.  Top speed Joan and I had the boat was 21 knots (about 24 mph) under sail.  Most often, an easy sailing speed would be 10 to 12 knots.

The boat was designed by Ian Ferrier and built by Corsair Marine, which was in Costa Mesa, California, at the time, but has since moved building operations to Vietnam (lower labor costs and less environmental laws for the building materials/process).

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Joan and I reminisced about Wide Open when I told her about getting an email from the current owner.  "How did he find you?" she asked.

"Internet search.  I was pretty active on the Trailer Sailor Forum and an administrator on the F-Boats forum.  He had an older email address for me."

She also said, "That was a younger person's boat... but I guess we were younger at the time."  That's relative.  ;-)  It took both of us to rotate that 30' boat (with a 19' beam) in a 55' wide canal, using a line on the dock and motor power.  Once moving forward, we didn't have much steerage until doing about 2 1/2 knots.  We could only put the daggerboard down a foot or so until out of the canals, which made the steering less effective.  Coming in and out of the canals was always an adventure, if someone on a fishing boat coming the other direction around a corner wasn't paying attention - we would sound a horn blast as we approached a 90ยบ corner in the canal.

When just cruising on the boat, one of us would handle the tiller and mainsail, the other would handle the jib sail when tacking.  The sails were big and powerful enough that tightening with a winch was always necessary.  When racing, I handled the steering, Joan was usually out on an ama, moving back or forth to give us the best balance for speed.  We were a good team.  When the wind was howling, we had roller furling for the jib and a roller boom for reefing the mainsail.

The first time we ever saw a Corsair F-boat in person was during a 60 mile race: the wind was blowing like snot, we were on the MacGregor 26x sailboat we had at the time.  We were taking a beating in the wind, wet and tired.  It was a staggered start - our boat had a slow rating, so we were one of the first to start.  Towards the mid part of the race, this sleek trimaran blew by us like we were still tied to the dock. The guy at the helm was steering with one hand, holding a soda in the other hand; his wife and kid were on the upwind net, relaxing; they all waved as they went by.  Joan asked, "What was that?"

"Our next boat."

 

Sunday, January 25, 2026

Together Again...

 

No bonus points, because I used that title a while back and told about songs by that name by Buck Owens and Janet Jackson.  No, not the same song.

This afternoon, Murphy was laying on the couch.  Joan scooped up Stella and put her on a cushion next to Murphy's.  They have been doing really good together, but would they lay side by side?




 Pretty sweet, huh?

 

Saturday, January 24, 2026

So this is what sleep feels like...

 

We all got a good night's sleep last night.

Finally.  Stella and Murphy are mostly back to being "brother and sister" again, as opposed to Romeo and Juliette.  Bonnie and Clyde?  Playful instead of salacious.  Not sure how they feel about that, but I am relieved.

8:00 am, both cats have been fed; Murphy got to have some non-prescription food and he licked the bowl clean.  They had a bit of supervised play time; supervised to make sure Stella doesn't overdo the activity.  Murphy and I went outside for some time in the yard (Stella watched through the glass door).  Back inside and treats for both.  And now they are each on their respective towers.

This is more like it.  Murph is not acting like a horn-dog and Stella has not twerked in front of him.  If he gets too close, she hisses.  SO much better than "Bring it on, big boy!"

Last night before we went to bed, Stella laid on a pad on the couch, next to Joan.  Where she welcome the petting.  Murphy stayed on the foot of our bed through the night.  They were both watchful as I got their food ready this morning. 

I feel like we are going to make it through this chapter.


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After getting the cats settled in, I opened my laptop to get going on my morning.  First thing: an email from the current owner of Wide Open, the sailing trimaran we used to have.  He managed to track me down (the internet) and had a couple questions.  Interesting throw back.

The next was a gut-punch: we had to say good-bye to our sweet Izzy 8 years ago.  Facebook Memories can be sweet or heart-breaking.  I felt the lump in my throat the instant I saw the photo...

 

She was our most traveled feline.  And the most comfortable with all the traveling.  They have all been great, each in their own special way. 

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Some lite playing this morning...



 Murphy is being gentle with her.  If you can't tell from these images, Stella is instigating the play...


 Murphy's legs are tucked.  They will play for a while, then go to their separate areas.  Joan and I are keeping tabs so nobody gets too rowdy.

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Stella rested in Joan's arms today.  Sweet.  And then a nap this afternoon...


 "Why do you take so many photos, Dad?"  I like that she calls me Dad already.

"Because we don't have grandkids, my little girl."  I'm not sure she understood.

 

Friday, January 23, 2026

Answer: Nobody...

 

If you said, "I'll take "Who Slept Last Night" for $200, Alex," you get 30 bonus points. (Jeopardy reference)

Yeah, nobody slept last night.  Of course, Joan and I were concerned about Stella.  The surgery recovery suit made her less crazy than the cone or the donut.  Everything I read about it said that it is just as effective as the cone, and less traumatizing than the cone.  Glad we had that as an option.

Early on, Joan chose to go out on the couch - Stella would cry if someone wasn't in the room.  That left Murphy and I in the bedroom... until he started yakking up a furball about 2:00 am.  That sound is more potent than any alarm clock.

Stella pulled her water dish over several times.  After the 3rd time, she had to go without water for the rest of what was left of the night.

By 5:00 am, we all cashed it in and said we're up for the day.

When I opened the crate that Stella is in, she ran right out.  Murphy said, "Whoo, baby!" and I had to chase them apart.  Apparently, cutting out the reproductive bits on Stella wasn't an immediate end to her randiness or the pheromones she is putting out to make Murphy crazy.  Which makes us all crazy.

We are all going to need a nap today.

But, first, I have a doctor's appointment this morning.  Which I have to go in fasting.  This will be the end of my 5 years of blood tests to check for any recurrence of cancer.  As well as the usual things they check for to tell you what you don't get to eat anymore.  And, re-up on prescriptions.  They will only write prescriptions for 6 months, so you have to go see them twice a year.  It's a racket.

So, tired and cranky.  

We're trying to keep Stella "calm."  She seems plenty ready to be active this morning.  The vet gave us two pills for pain... not sure how we're going to get that down her, but we have a couple hours to figure that out.

Right now, we have her out of the crate, wrapped in a soft blanket, and being held...



 For now, she is calm.  Purring.  Murphy is in "time out" in the bedroom.  When I get back from the doctor, I plan to put myself in time out.

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The first full day after surgery went well.  Stella got a pain pill as prescribed around noon.  We tried hiding it in a treat - she was too smart for that.  Then, she licked it off Joan's finger... and spit it out.  I put it in her soft food for lunch, but she ate all her hard and ignored the soft.  For a while; eventually she gave in, ate the soft, and had a nice peaceful nap this afternoon.

While she was napping, Murphy and I took a nap, too.  Joan laid down with us for a bit, but went back to the living room to keep an eye on Stella.  She may have gotten a little shut-eye during Stella's quiet time.

We checked Stella's incision: looks good.  It's a little cut, but she is a little girl.  Stella is doing good.  We got a text from the vet's office today, asking about her - nice of them to follow up the next day.  All good.

And, a quiet evening so far.  Very different (and better) than yesterday evening.  There is hope!

 

Thursday, January 22, 2026

She's home...

 

We got a call around 2:00 that we could pick up Stella at 4:00 - everything went well.  We were at PetSmart when I got the call, picking out food for her and Murphy (Murphy can try being off the prescription food).  I saw this on display...


 That might have been a good purchase for that whole "cat in heat" situation.  Just kidding - no, it wouldn't.

We were at the vet's office 10 minutes before 4:00; and then waited for another half hour or so.  The vet brought Stella out and visited with us, answering our questions.   We drove home (carefully) and got Stella into the house.  I held her for a while, talking calmly to her; she was wearing the soft cone we had taken to the vet, and she wasn't a bit happy about that.

A sudden noise in the house, and Stella launched, running all around the living room.  Just what we were trying to avoid.  She pulled out of the cone.  I managed to get her by the scruff of the neck, with only two puncture wounds - to me, not her.  We put the cone back on her and put her into the crate.  The Velcro® on the cone stuck to one of the soft pads in the crate.  So much for calm.

Joan took the cone off and put on the soft donut...


 The thinking here is it isn't covering here vision like the cone.  It took her about 5 minutes to pull out of that.  Back to the cone.

Joan folded the cone back (the reason for a soft instead of a hard cone) so Stella could get to her water and food dishes.  The vet said she could eat whenever she was ready... and she was ready.  Mad and ready.

The plan for the evening: let her chill.  Food as she seems ready for it.  Doing what we can to keep her calm and not jumping around.  She and Murphy seem OK with being nose to nose through the bars of the crate, but it is a different vibe from the last few days.  Thankfully.

I expected her to be more out of it this evening.  She seemed that way for the first few minutes I was holding her, but she is now all about checking out this new "catio of sorts" (maybe looking for a way out of it?) - it doesn't have all the fun levels of the other catio.  Intentionally, to try to make it easy for her to get around in there.  

I'm hoping for a quiet evening.

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Murphy was laying outside the crate, keeping an eye...


 At one point, Murphy reached in with a paw and Stella touched her paw to his.  I thought to myself, "Oh, how sweet"... and then it turned into a slap fest.  "Come on, buddy, we're trying to keep her calm."

Stella is strong for her size.  That is not an asset for this current situation.  She is also smart - she braced her back legs on the donut and popped it right off.  We switched back to the cone (in the above photo; it lasted a little longer before she popped that off.  We are now at: pop-offs, cone - 3, donut - 2.

Back to the donut for her next small meal...


 I didn't know if the hormones would be diminished immediately with the spay.  She is caterwauling less, but still calling for Murphy.

The score is now 3 to 3.

New plan: surgical suit.  What's that?  Thanks for asking.  It is a onesie that cinches at the neck and uses Velcro® down the back to cover the incision.  Supposedly, they are able to poop and pee with it on.  Yes, Joan bought one at the same time she got the cone and the donut.

Putting it on her was a two-person job: one to hold her by the scruff of her neck and get scratched while the other slips the suit over her head and maneuvers her legs through the appropriate holes.  I did the holding while getting scratched part, while Joan "dressed" her.  She is walking awkwardly, but - so far - hasn't figured out how to pull it off or rip it to shreds.


 If you haven't figured it out, yet, in the image above she is saying something to me... and the horse I rode in on.

Joan suggested that our next purchase might need to be meat-cutting (chain mesh) gloves for me.  She also proposed that the next step will be the donut over the suit.  And then the cone over the donut over the suit.

So much for the quiet evening.


And now we wait...

 

We took Stella to the vet this morning for her spay operation.  Of course, there is the paperwork to be signed that makes you uneasy.  They have 6 surgeries today; not sure where Stella's will be in that line-up.  They will let us know sometime this afternoon, early evening, when we can pick her up.

Steph and Dan lent us one of Dicha's crates.  The footprint is bigger than the catio, but it is all one level, so it will be better for Stella while she recuperates; soft pad for sleeping, food dishes, a scratch pad, and litter box.

Joan bought a soft cone, a soft neck donut, and a surgery-suit to keep Stella from licking the incision.  We have read up on what to expect during her recovery time (10 to 14 days).  I think we are ready to get her through this.

Stella was up nearly a pound when the vet tech weighed her this morning.  That was our plan: to get her good and healthy before this surgery.

She didn't get to have any food after 10:00 last night, so just a water dish in her catio.  This morning, she was very much looking forward to breakfast; I felt like a bad cat-Dad when I couldn't feed her.  Just like the last couple nights, she was vocal overnight and this morning.  Normally, she is pretty quiet; it will be interesting to see how she behaves after this surgery. 

Her "recovery suite" is ready for her return...