Somebody wanted a sail more than I did
We went to the boat yesterday for a spirited outing.(temp 40, winds 20-25kts).
I went to hank on the 100 jib and its nowhere to be found.
Last week, the Cuban went to the boat to tidy her up for me(us) and told me she had a devil of a time putting a sail back in the bag. Hmm, not much cause for concern, I thought it was because she's new at this so I was very pleased and grateful for her efforts. (3 broken nails, much huffing and puffing.) I didn't remember leaving a sail out in the cabin, but I have been known to do that in the past.
Anyway, after not finding the sail, I found where The Cuban had put a 120 sail in the 100 bag. No wonder she had a hard time with it.
So, some slimeball took out both the 100 and 120, left with the 100 sail and the 120 bag, left the others strewn about the cabin. They would have had to come in by boat, the dock is secure.
I just don't understand some people. They are ALL 30 YEAR OLD hand hanked dacron sails. What the hell are they going to do with it? Tarp? New convertible top for a Fiat?
The left me my 165 ( I think, I have to check, the bag looks much less "full" than I remember and its too darn cold to want to yank it out of the bag) and the 120.
Oh well, such is life.
We had a wonderful time, spray in the face, 5.8 kts, 25-30 degree heel, colder than hell, the Cuban and her 13 year old daughter had a great time, (she even took the tiller for the first time! )my smile was frozen to my face. Beautiful sunset, evening spent with great friends and family.
Its the little things.
I'm not mad about it, just... puzzled.
We are not primarily on earth to see through one another, but to see one another through
Some people are like slinkies: not really good for anything... but you can't help laughing when you push them down the stairs