Danny Jo
Well-Known Member
Having spent the best part of a life time learning how to work in a team, I retire and have to rediscover working alone on those dreary maintenance jobs.
Nice high pressure weather, great for getting the main and the genny off Freestyle (supported by her 16 pit props in a very dusty yard), cursing the refusal of SWMBO to have anything to do with "the other woman", and knuckling down to folding sails single-handed. Not a job to do after a pie and a pint - folded sails give about the same sort of hard standing as an ice rink, only you don't have ten foot to fall on an ice rink.
But Necessity has other daughters besides invention. Without the pressure of having to tell others what to do, one can concentrate more on what needs do be done by oneself. Got the sails home and unfolded them on the lawn, ostensibly to check them carefully, but actually because I'm an obsessive-compulsive who cannot believe that sails can be properly folded in anything other than a large flat space. OK, so this is getting like a shaggy dog story, what's my point?
1) Many hands make light work, after a fashion.
2) B*gg*red if I can fold sails any better on a large flat space than slipping around on the deck.
Fantastic easterly today. A plague on the insurance company that insisted on lifting out at the end of September.
Nice high pressure weather, great for getting the main and the genny off Freestyle (supported by her 16 pit props in a very dusty yard), cursing the refusal of SWMBO to have anything to do with "the other woman", and knuckling down to folding sails single-handed. Not a job to do after a pie and a pint - folded sails give about the same sort of hard standing as an ice rink, only you don't have ten foot to fall on an ice rink.
But Necessity has other daughters besides invention. Without the pressure of having to tell others what to do, one can concentrate more on what needs do be done by oneself. Got the sails home and unfolded them on the lawn, ostensibly to check them carefully, but actually because I'm an obsessive-compulsive who cannot believe that sails can be properly folded in anything other than a large flat space. OK, so this is getting like a shaggy dog story, what's my point?
1) Many hands make light work, after a fashion.
2) B*gg*red if I can fold sails any better on a large flat space than slipping around on the deck.
Fantastic easterly today. A plague on the insurance company that insisted on lifting out at the end of September.
