Category: Tishie Mae
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Bert blew up another vacuum cleaner this week. that's right–another. this is at least number two, the cause of the first vacuum incindiary incident remains unknown but the memory of the burning canister is still fresh in some minds. he claims this incident, like the previous, was entirely unintentional and the result of a freak…
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i sent Bicycling-Through-France Tom over to sail on Tishie Mae with Bert yesterday—if he's come all this way, he should see the coast from the sea, it's so beautiful. Tom is such a good guy. as Bert said, "He brought beer. And the right kind too." good boy. the more i see, the more i…
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today's Uncle Bert-ism, after a day single-handing on Tishie Mae: "I had the perfect day today…absolutely perfect. Then a seagull took a giant crap on the new main sail. Just goes to show ya, no day can be perfect." and another: "It's all just an illusion. I mean, that's what life is—you think you're going…
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Christmas Day, sunny, in Menton Mom and Bert sailed (motored) to Menton for lunch with Aunt Peg and Uncle Natale…Ruby and i took the warmer (though slower!) train over.
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out on the boat yesterday, the view of the mountains was crystal clear–the recent stormy weather has cleared the usual cloud (and haze) cover as well as brought a good amount of snow to the peaks. which is just where i like to see snow–far, far away in a place i'll never go.
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what am i thankful for this Thanksgiving weekend? one word: DRAMAMINE.
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i came 'round to mom's the other day to find the apartment in quite a state (aside from the usual state). seems Bert has taken over my old room now that the weather has turned cold. and you know how Bert likes a domestic project. inside of a few days, he and Mom have purchased…
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sorry, no other pictures of Peg's visit afterall. though i brought the camera on the boat for our family sail on Friday, i was too frozen with fear to fish it out of my bag. it was actually my first time sailing on La Tishie Mae. once i got over the paralyzing fear of the…
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Bert is happy as a clam today..loaded down with leftovers from last evening's little shindig at the boat (on the dock). Mom and i are loaded down with a bit of a hangover, quelle surprise. Ruby was the belle of the ball..and is sleeping it off this morning, tail still wagging. i hope Peg doesn't…
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