Lifelines Dancing

Repetition can strengthen an image in design but other senses can heighten
with time. The lifeline moves up and down to the rhythm of the waves but another
dimension of the hull reacting, moving in concert is felt. The spinnaker
breathes in .. and out, pulling her along as the tiller trembles in my palm in
reaction to the water rushing along the hull.

Déjà vu. This scene on the St. Johns River last Sunday brought back an
earlier time, with the same little sail on a nine day passage from Curaçao to the Hollandaise Keys, Panama

Wet Spot

I woke up to a wet spot. Yikes.. I didn't know the woman..Had to do something quickly, because...

Jacksonville is Hot at this time of year and I had to dig before the sun got above my shade trees.

She ran over the pipe. I don't blame the woman because I said it was ok to park on the grass due to the number of people attending class, exceeding my parking area.

The water pipe was only a few inches below ground and I noticed a dark area in the grass when I was mowing the night before. First step was an exploratory dig to affirm my fears. Yes there was a leak in the one inch PVC pipe so I turned off the water to the house at the entry point and the street to contain it. I didn't want the hot water heater to backflow and burn out an element. Could have turned off the breaker to it but I'm lazy. There is a valve at the street below a rectangle cover plate which requires a special wrench to close but I used a make-shift tool out of a Crescent wrench and screw driver.


PVC gets brittle with age even underground away from the sun so I had to cut back a large section to get to more sound material. Up North the pipe would be below the frost line and a car wouldn't have bothered it.

A trip to that big orange box store for a section of 1" PVC, two sleeves and new cement/ primer, more digging and the new splice is holding before the sun got me.