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When I left the boat on Saturday I removed my head-sail so I could add Tell-Tales. I then ran an American flag up on the furler to celebrate Memorial Day.
When I got down to the boat today I was going to drop the flag so I could reinstall the genoa. Loosened the halyard and started pulling on the retrieval line. The darn thing would not budge. I'm thinking great, now I'm going to have to drop the mast to get it down. I'm walking the pier trying to get a better look at the top of the mast.
Then I noticed the main halyard I had released was attached to the lifeline.
You guessed it! I released the wrong halyard! Doh!!!
Effects old and young....Don't worry, doubt you are going senile just yet !
When I was a teenager, my cousin took me fishing in a row boat we rented. After fishing and not catching anything, we decided to call it a day and started rowing back. My cousin was frustrated that we were making such slow progress until we relaized we had not taken the anchor up ! How we could not have done that is beyond me.
I have a double slip all to myself (thanks to high vacancy rate). So rather than the boat riding the fenders all the time, I made a snubber line out of clothesline and bungee cord to hold the boat off the closest finger pier. I attach it from the opposite finger pier (across the vacant slip) to a tiny, flimsy little cleat on the starboard side of my cabin top:
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So why just a clothesline? The idea is if we have a really heavy storm, I want the clothesline to break instead of pulling out the cleat. The boat rides on the fenders just fine (even in a storm), but I just want to minimize the rubbing so the fenders don't spend all summer transferring the black flotation plastic to my hull.
Long-winded story, so here's my point: When pulling out of the slip on Saturday, I forgot to detach that snubber line. It broke very cleanly, just as it was designed. I'm glad I only used clothesline.
Am I going senile? I won't admit it. Removing that line is my wife's job, and she was delayed getting to the boat so instead I did all the pre-departure preps that she normally does - well, <u>almost</u> all.
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So was she delayed because you forgot to bring her with you?
Someone sent this to me, but I can't remember who?
Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.
This is how it manifests:
I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.
As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier.
I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.
I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.
So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.
But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first..
I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only one check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke I'd been drinking.
I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.
The Coke is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.
As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need water.
I put the Coke on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning.
I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.
I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.
I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.
I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.
So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.
Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.
At the end of the day: the car isn't washed the bills aren't paid there's a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter the flowers don't have enough water, there's still only 1 check in my check book, I can't find the remote, I can't find my glasses, and I don't remember what I did with the car keys. Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day, and I'm really tired.
I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail....
and run several hundred gallons of water into the storm drain.
I know exactly how this day goes, I can't remember (hah!) how many times I've walked into a room in the house on a mission, only to no longer have a clue what I was coming in there for. My dad thought for years that he had Alzheimer's, and finally went and got himself checked for it. When the results came back negative, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad about it. Now he had nothing to blame his forgetfulness on except old age.
Just before I broke my leg skiing in January 2009, I’d installed a nifty powered subwoofer for our stereo system in the saloon. After four months I finally got down to the boat again, but the brand new subwoofer wasn’t working!!! So I dedicated a day to troubleshooting, checked voltages, nada, finally opened the back of the electrical panel and traced the wires. I’d gotten REALLY creative and had tied the subwoofer to the (shower) sump pump switch!!! Why? I’d figured that when I was topsides I didn’t need the subwoofer down below, and it was “kinda cute” to be able to turn it on and off to hear the difference! Smart? You betcha! Dumb? Yup, I didn’t do a wiring diagram nor finish noting that’s how I’d wired it!!! And after four months, no way I’d ever have remembered that little brain gem, right? (I also hadn't intended to do a number on my leg right after I installed the subwoofer, either... Crying)
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