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Feb. 4th, 2022 07:11 pmThe tug beached by the crane serenely floated away one extra high tide. A week later now, a small sailboat has moored herself to it. Well up in that channel, there has been a larger tug well beached with sturdy mooring lines for some time. Things that behave like plaques fascinate me. Yesterday, I made it in to Rio Vista. My shopping strategy involves identifying when a section of the store is extremely busy and coming back later, so I bounce around a lot trying to find opportunities. Bread was the last thing on my list. I watched from half an isle away as an elderly gentleman, one by one, top to bottom, left to right, gently squeezed every loaf of bread, greatly satisfied with the experience, looked around and saw me, grinned a huge grin, and trundled off. I quickly selected one of the loafs he had squeezed. It occurs to me now that he did not. People in the Rio Vista grocery behave like plaques. They try so hard to socially distance, but then they see someone they haven't seen in a while in the grocery and get to talking, which creates a larger temporal window for other people they haven't see in a long time to see them. Small towns since Belle Fouche have not changed at all.
Isleton has about four functional laundry machines at any given moment. The kind of poverty economics that keep people from buying quality things is in play here, so there's a fleet of chronically broken household use (which are vastly inferior to household use of yore) machines. At one point, the laundromat in Isleton proper had three working machines. They have a few more now, which were all busy, but the quarter machine, laundry soap machine, toy crane machine, and everything else in there is broken... amazingly enough even the stereo that's usually set to blast country music and ads, not in that order. As with a certain el-cheapo washing machine, air drying laundry that has not actually spun is the norm.
There's one sailing personality with had I believe a Flicka 22, which is both a tiny boat and an incredibly stout boat (she weights almost as much as a certain other boat that's much larger). Unlike the more popular genres of sailing personalities who are either floating parties with bikini clad women or the genre of solo male sailors who attempt to inflict maximum hardship through stupidity on themselves for attention, he often wrote about being happily bored. Giant huge enormous storm with the fury of God? Pull down the sails, lash them to the boom, bring in the jib, and just hang out below decks reading by candle light.
Isleton has about four functional laundry machines at any given moment. The kind of poverty economics that keep people from buying quality things is in play here, so there's a fleet of chronically broken household use (which are vastly inferior to household use of yore) machines. At one point, the laundromat in Isleton proper had three working machines. They have a few more now, which were all busy, but the quarter machine, laundry soap machine, toy crane machine, and everything else in there is broken... amazingly enough even the stereo that's usually set to blast country music and ads, not in that order. As with a certain el-cheapo washing machine, air drying laundry that has not actually spun is the norm.
There's one sailing personality with had I believe a Flicka 22, which is both a tiny boat and an incredibly stout boat (she weights almost as much as a certain other boat that's much larger). Unlike the more popular genres of sailing personalities who are either floating parties with bikini clad women or the genre of solo male sailors who attempt to inflict maximum hardship through stupidity on themselves for attention, he often wrote about being happily bored. Giant huge enormous storm with the fury of God? Pull down the sails, lash them to the boom, bring in the jib, and just hang out below decks reading by candle light.
