Last evening I went on deck just as the sun turned the mountain to the east to gold. 

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        A front is  moving up from the south, with rain predicted for tomorrow.  So far we haven’t seen any sign of it. 

        Today was a another mostly fine day.  Cloudy and cool at noon, but then clearing and warmer.  Near perfect conditions for the start of the last Wednesday evening race I will see this year.

        I had not planned to go ashore, but discovered that my electric bilge pump has failed.  I rewired it and it was working three weeks ago.

        So I rowed in, bought another, and installed it after considerable aggravation due to the infinite small things that can go wrong--screws breaking, hoses not fitting, drill bits sticking, electrical connections failing.  In the end, the new bilge pump works, but the float switch doesn’t.  I’ll go ashore tomorrow and buy a new one.

        I also have to go in at 11:00 and get the rental car that I’ll drive to the airport on Friday.

        We have now had an unusually long stretch of settled weather with light winds.  I don’t think we’ve seen even ten knots in the past five days. 

        Tomorrow doesn’t matter so much.  I can wear foul weather gear and row the Avon.  But Friday does.  I have to get ashore in the little rigid dinghy, which does not row well, and I’d like to stay dry. 

        The forecast is for clearing on Friday.  I hope early.

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        When I rowed ashore yesterday to tow back the rigid dinghy, which I keep locked to a dinghy rack ashore at the far end of the marina, I passed boats I don’t usually see.

        It was inevitable.   I should have expected it.  But occasionally  I am still surprised, after all these years, that some people have no imagination and no taste.  

        There is a boat on a mooring named VIAGRA.

        At least it is a power boat.