Another week has passed us by. We're still hanging out down in G'Town, but our time here is winding down. Two weeks of non-stop volleyball have left me sore and showing my age and so we must prepare to depart Adult Day Care and make our way south to replenish the freezer.

All lobsters, take this as fair warning; I'm coming for you....

A couple of days ago I scored two small sewing projects, one for a friend (read: doesn't pay) and one for a random stranger who paid me enough to cover my weekly rum bill. Nice.

Yesterday, after volleyball, Amy and I joined Super G and Miss Julie up at Saint Francis for dinner. I had a bacon cheese burger which was mediocre and Amy had the tuna wrap which she reported as being good, After dinner, Amy, Super G and I played in the twice-weekly Texas holed-em poker tourney.

When the smoke cleared, I stood alone atop the carnage of shattered and broken poker players to claim the 75 dollar top prize. Wow, when you put it that way, it sounds like I kicked serious ass! Sweet.

Ok, ok, the reality of the situation wasn't quite as graphically violent, but I did in fact win in the end. Of course the 75 dollar prize just covered our dinner, 4 - 5 dollar beers, 2 - 6 dollar wines and my 5 dollar entry fee. I walked away with 3 bucks. Weak.

In other news, last night when we got home our wind generator started making a horrible noise and around 2 am the front bearing decided to call it quits and the entire unit seized up in a 3 minute flurry of squeaks, groans and very peculiar penguin like mating sound. Shitty death!

At first light I cleared the deck of exploded generator debris and disassembled the generator for service. Hopefully I'll be able to order in parts to repair it, but further diagnosis is required.

Ok, that about catches you up. The current plan is to hang out here until after the super bowl and then head south towards Duncantown and the Ragged Islands. More to follow, end of line....