So Greg went up the mast today. This means Mel is smashed. She should explain…
Mel and Greg are prepping the boat to cross the Atlantic AGAIN. UGH. Since Greg’s fear of heights is only one notch less than Mel’s fear of heights (which left her clinging to the second floor of a medieval castle in Portugal, panting, “You go on ahead, I’ll be fine!” in her “doctor-talk”…), afterwards, we have had our obligatory 5 rounds of scotch, to numb the pain experienced in Greg’s “knee-area” from contact with the boom upon descent. Mel, who was in charge of the lines, says, “Musculoskeletal complaints need to go to PM&R.” Ahem.
Tommy says right now, “Americans are HUGE. In height-wise, (and sometimes fat-wise), we are right up there with the Dutch and the Germans.” So we have been good, world-schooling parents. The wisdom of children.
So recently, the Burnetts have learned that BOTH OF their secondary shrouds have suffered: “stranding”, a cut in both their secondary shroud strands, “critical failure” per the rigging folks, and Bob Ross of Leopard, and NCR…SO WE HAVE FIXED THAT; WE FEEL VICTORIOUS!! Now that we fixed this, this means our mast won’t fall off on the way to Barbados!! Our rigging guy here in the Canaries won Gold in the Barcelona Olympics; this makes us trust him. Before one crosses the Atlantic, one believes Olympic Gold-medalists. AND NCR. And Bob. This is an aphorism.
So the Burnetts are busy prepping the boat to cross the Atlantic. Not sexy stuff. Mel is busy calculating amounts of required salami. On a daily basis they have to say, “Sorry, we don’t need crew. Yes, it’s just us. And yes, that’s all we want. Go away.” Ah, the down-side of owning a Leopard 48! Best part: NO SNOW! Here are some pics: