The Bulthuis Remnant Thanksgving

The Bulthuis Remnant Thanksgving, a photo by Southworth Sailor on Flickr.

With children and grandchildren scattering to the in laws and such, the elder Bishops and Bulthuis' were joined by Rebecca and Riley for a feast in Olympia. We had a great time eating and conversing, then eating and conversing. This is somewhat of an unusual Thanksgiving weekend this year as we find ourselves alone in Southworth catching up on work projects instead of in Lynden visiting with family and friends. We miss the visiting, but are getting a lot accomplished.

iPad mini

iPad mini, a photo by Southworth Sailor on Flickr.

This past week I finally joined the mobile network and bought an iPad mini. Despite my obvious proclivity for all things Apple, I have forgone the iPhone and IPad until now. I have been content with a basic cell phone and a computer with wifi. The handheld iPad mini was just too much to resist; small enough to tuck away in a big coat pocket, but large enough for my aging eyes. Of course I ordered the cellular option to make it truly mobile. So far I have enjoyed it. It is still nonetheless a two handed device and involves more tactile involvement than a laptop. That could be a nuisance or could be gratifying (compare manual transmission) One feature that I am learning to enjoy is Siri, though she needs to work on her intonation.

stolen outboard :(

stolen outboard :(, a photo by Southworth Sailor on Flickr.

Last weekend I was relieved to have my boat out of the water. Tim helped me drag up the mooring anchor and then enjoy the final sail of the season. This Saturday I went up to start power washing the bottom and discovered that my outboard motor had been stolen! The thief used a cable cutter to cut through my lock. I am not sure when the dastardly deed was committed, but I saw the motor mid-week so it must have been Thursday or Friday night. I should have taken the motor off as soon as I got the boat home, but I have never had an issue with things being messed with. It is sobering to realize that my outboards have been left alone for the past fifteen years as they sat moored by the ferry only to be stolen in my front yard.