There is a lot of fur in need of being bathed. Joan thinks she looks bigger now, without the pink onesie; still seems pretty scrawny to me, though she has filled out since she first came to live with us.
You know what they say about kids playing in the park? Yeah, even though they're all making noise, you can tell when your kid screams.
This morning, after getting up a second time - I'll get back to this thought, but I got up, fed the cats, did my morning routine, then took Murphy out in the yard. Back inside, Joan made me a breakfast sandwich... and I went back to bed. And, now back to getting up a second time.
I was in the bathroom cleaning up, when I heard a cat scream coming from the living room. It was definitely Stella - my first thought was: Murphy is hurting her! Looking into the living room, Stella was on top of her tower (we call them his and hers towers, but they can both use whichever one they want), screaming and hissing - no one around her!
Joan got there first. Stella had somehow managed to get her leg tangled up in a ribbon that has been wrapped around the top perch on the tower for several cats. She has chewed it and pulled it... it is kinda mangled. But now, she got her leg caught between wraps - and the more she pulled, the tighter it got.
Joan was trying to untie the ribbon and said to me, "Bring me some scissors!" I was almost in my underwear (not to sick to share TMI) as I went for the drawer with the scissors; but the time I got them, she had the ribbon untied.
Joan was soothing Stella. And in a sweet move, Murphy jumped up on the tower and put his nose up on Stella... not in a threatening way. I know this because I have seen him move on her in a threatening way.
Crisis averted, no harm done. Joan removed the ribbon from the tower.
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"My house is back!"
Time for us to bring the catio back. Stella's incision is healing nicely. We appreciate Steph and Dan loaning us the large crate they have for Dicha... they will be needing that back: Dicha goes in to get spayed next week.
So, today, Joan cleaned the crate and the catio and brought the catio back into the house (it has been in the shed, so it wasn't out in the weather). It has 4 levels - more fun for an active cat, but the crate was better to keep Stella from jumping when she was recuperating. She seemed excited to have the catio back...
Me? No, I'm still at the point in this crud where each day is worse than the day before. But, little Stella is feeling chipper again after her spaying surgery: when Joan got up this morning, Stella had wriggled her way out of her surgery recovery suit. Considering that it closes down her back with Velcro® and an adjustable neck opening, I have no idea how she could have done that.
Today, Stella is darting all around, playing with a bunch of toys, following Murphy around like an annoying little sister, and climbing both towers like a spider monkey.
She is especially fond of this "racetrack/scratcher"...
It makes our hearts happy to see her active and playing again.
She engages Murphy in play...
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Somebody whose name I won't mention was getting a bit rowdy. Joan decided on this instead of "time out"...
"I didn't do nuthin'." It did slow him down a bunch.
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I didn't do much today: eat, sleep, take cold meds, repeat. I did feed cats. Well, to be fair, Joan fed our two first thing this morning before I got up (that almost never happens). I did watch our two cats play much of the day. I finally decided to clean up around the crack of late afternoon.
Joan sat with Murphy and Stella for quite a while...
When I came back in, Stella was napping on the couch...
For those not familiar with the term, it is: a cold/flu/covid/plague worse than anything you've had before. If you ask Joan, she had the same thing last week; and while she had it, she cooked, cleaned, rotated the tires on all our vehicles (and that is a lot of work on the bikes), harvested a crop of potatoes and baled hay. And, we don't have a field of potatoes or hay.
Sarcasm? Ya think?
Whatever it is, it knocked me on my ass. Worse today than yesterday. Feels like it is settling in my lungs. I am taking over the counter cold and flu stuff... which tends to make me feel like I'm moving through glue.
After getting kitties fed and sitting up for a bit, I went back to bed. I am told that "sleep helps." Maybe it's a delayed reaction? Joan brought Murphy into the bedroom to lay with me. "This will help relax you." He stayed almost 4 seconds.
When I got up for the second time, Stella was laying on a cat pad on the couch. I sat down next to the pad and put her on my lap. She growled for a couple seconds then settled into a nice purr. I guess Murphy didn't want Stella to have all the attention, so he hopped up and laid down on the pad...
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.
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.
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...
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."
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?