I dunno.....I'm sort of in a gray funk this morning.

'Dive is still on the hard over at Southpoint. We came up about a gallon of paint shy....and there seems to be no Petit Trinidad in the entire Cameron County coastal area. So the yard express ordered some from Houston....

We're at the end of the world as we know it here. Having been to points south in Mexico, I can't even think of many places with fewer services than here.....well...maybe ports like Mesquital, Soto la Marina or something like that....

Therefore, the splash date has been pushed back to tomorrow at the earliest, which is still pretty good, that's OK....I just miss the old girl. The yard doesn't allow you to be aboard after hours, or even work above the waterline without an additional $45 per day charge.

I received word that Jeans husband, Chuck passed away over the weekend. He had been afflicted with lung cancer for a long time, which as we all know is generally a death sentence.

Jean kept Anchor Marina together all of the months that Mark had descended into chemical insanity, but even she is no longer there, fighting her own battle with cancer, in the hospital at this time. She is a friend of ours, with a gruff exterior and a heart made of gold.

I would often go topside at Anchor to her office and visit her, even though I generally have a pretty tight schedule, and it would take up valuable working time on the boat. Some things are even more important than valuable work time on the boat, and that was definitely one. 

We were at the Marina this past weekend, and it was a sad sight indeed. As I mentioned earlier, Marks brother-in-law Rick (Yep, the same Rick that mooned TPWD officers 2 fourth of Julys ago, got everybody thrown in jail...everybody except us of course). Never moon the 'possum cops....it's sort of one of those axioms....Anyhow....Rick is now "running" Anchor Marina since now one else seems to want to. Rick and his wife Laurie (Marks sister) are famous for their knock-down drag outs. Once when I was working on Le Menagerie (our Rhodes 22) across the harbor I heard this terrific commotion going on over at Anchor. At first I though it was a PA system....maybe somebody getting ready to do a little free conert....but it only took an additional second to realize that it was those two up to their usual. Man, who needs a PA when you can shout that loud?

So of course, people are bailing out of the marina and shoreside RV park like rats off of a sinking derelict.

And speaking of Dockboy, it appears as if he's painted the bottom of his "vessel" with some sort of black tar based paint.....along with the bright yellow exterior, it looks like a giant bumble bee....