Trains, Engines, Tennis, and Talk

1/8 Tuesday, 79/55, sunny, winds light & variable - I’m learning to sleep right through the multiple freight trains each night, just like I did when we lived aboard our O’Day 27 “Walden” in Perryville, MD. The sunrise this morning was striking - like the warm glow of a candle intersecting a blue and purple sky - I couldn’t help but take a picture.

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Morning was spent doing a load of laundry…

The laundry room. It doesn’t look like much, but the chair is pretty comfy and the book swap is a good one!

The laundry room. It doesn’t look like much, but the chair is pretty comfy and the book swap is a good one!

…and researching possible solutions to our engine overheating concern. I read and learned until my brain felt fuzzy. At noon, we took a break for lunch.

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Around 1:30pm, we walked to the park and played tennis. I won this time! (Dock neighbor Mary wished me good luck this morning, so I feel like I had an edge.) My serve is feeling better controlled and more relaxed - it’s fascinating how tennis intertwines those two strengths which seem almost opposites.

When traveling the East Coast, we’re never far from a railroad.  I missed the  locomotive, one of two which are painted an attractive blue and pink in support of finding a cure for breast cancer.

When traveling the East Coast, we’re never far from a railroad. I missed the locomotive, one of two which are painted an attractive blue and pink in support of finding a cure for breast cancer.

Dobbs lined up a small rigging job for tomorrow and we rounded out the afternoon talking with our neighbors. For dinner, I made penne with zucchini, egg, kale, sundried tomatoes, garlic, olive oil, mozzarella, and parmesan. Now, Maxwell’s sitting incognito in the dark cockpit, people-watching, and Murphy’s asleep under the table. Dobbs is off at the shower. Mozart is playing over Pandora - it’s a quiet, gentle evening.

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