Epoxy Fumes in the Evening

Moving to the foredeck...under the stars, fairly big ol moon lighting up the sky, gentle breeze cooling things down, my pillow awaits...oblivion is mine.

I awoke in the early hours to the Southern Cross...cool breeze making me shiver, how the blood thins in the tropics, it must have all of 72 F. Fumes and vapor passed so I threw out all the salon cushions from the v berth and got some extra z's wrapped in the thinnest of sheets dreaming of my telak in Thailand.

Tonight it's GRP dust and the waft of diesel fumes as I pulled a tank for cleaning. Thinkk i'll stick to the foredeck, cooler, not dusty and the hint of the Southern Cross in the early hours.

Such is the life of a cruising sailor. Hey, a pole barn sounds good to me! I'll just suffer through a night under the stars, a little dusty, happy with a hard days work well done. Small pleasures really of fixing up GOB's in distant anchorages.

An epoxy free day at last! A little paint, sixa flex and a few other other assorted noxious substances and I'm calling it a day. Boy a beer tastes good!