January 1 - 22 --- Not Much Going On in the Cold

The first day of the new year was a brunch at the Huguenot YC. We went with Bennett and Harriet, who are also keeping their boat, Ohana, at that club this winter. The Huguenot has imposed a new requirement for "winter members" like us: $100 of chits that we have paid for, to be used for food at the club. So with this brunch costing $45 per person, it was an opportunity to get most of  our chits eaten up. Not so fast! The "special event" brunch, we learned after the fact, cannot be paid for with the chits. How can they be used? The restaurant is open for two hours on most Fridays and Sundays during the winter, but they serve only soup. It would take a lot of soup to eat up $100. The solution: take out from a specific approved local italian restaurant to be delivered to and eaten in the Club House during the restaurant's "open" hours. Complicated, and I'm not sure how the Huguenot benefits from imposing this requirement.

But I have invited, subject to their Commodore's approval, the Huguenots to join with us Harlemites in our "Eighth Annualish Winter Excursion" which this year will be to the American Merchant Marine Museum on the campus of the US Merchant Marine Academy on Kings Point, Great Neck -- Wednesday, February 20, less than a month away.

Only one work day during this period, for four hours, on small chores while ILENE's batteries got a drink of rejuvenating juice. The seven of them cost about a thousand bucks when obtained in Grenada in the fall of 2011 and have been giving good service since then, knock on wood. But the electrical space heater did not work: the fan whirred but the heating coils did not turn orange--no heat! I took it home and it worked fine there so I'll try again with more indoor boat chores next decent available day. The cockpit table and companionway trim, that were re-polyurethaned at home, have been reinstalled along with the door to the aft head, with larger screws.

 I looked up the Ritchie Compasses site and ordered a new light plastic protective cover to replace the existing one which was ratty and did not hold on well. The compass itself has worked flawlessly for 20 years. I had less success in getting them to tell me what paint to use to repaint the cylinder in which the compass sits, from which the white enamel paint has come off. This pic shows the work needed, after I temporarily removed the cup holder from the forward side of the binacle.

Ritchie said their paint formula is  "proprietary" and actually did not even tell me the metal from which the tube in question was made. They want me to detach the unit from the boat and mail it to them! Yeah, right! Not very good customer service.
And I took home, scraped and sanded off the old glue and reglued part of a strip of clouded plexiglass to repair the top half of the companionway hatch boards. There is always something to do.

And five non-work days (I call them "Other" days but could just as well call them "Play" days) that related to the sea. I immersed myself in Frankenstein, the book club's selection for January. I had never read it before nor seen any of the movies. The book greatly exceeded my low expectations. The sea link is that it begins and ends on a wooden ship in the 1790's engaged in a voyage of discovery, north from Russia, searching for the North Pole. That part of the novel frames the heart of the story -- man creates monster -- and the frame is the first thing left out when the story is staged or screenwritten. I very much enjoyed an excellent musical version of the novel with book music and lyrics by Eric B. Sirota, staged at the Saint Luke's Theater on West 46th St. But no sea story. Similarly, I enjoyed a major exhibition about the creation, existence and sequelae of the novel at the Morgan Library, on Madison Avenue at 36th St., but again, the nautical aspect was downplayed. And good food and discussion at the boog group's meeting.

The Harlem's annual "International Night" party (an organized pot luck with ethnic foods) was cancelled due to forecast snow and sleet, but not before my linzertorte was in the oven. So by now, half of it has been eaten, and the other half frozen for a future occasion.

I also visited the Salmagundi Club, an old club in a brownstone mansion on Fifth Avenue, about three blocks form our house. This is a club of and for artists. They present frequent free shows of art by members and others. I had no expectation of a watery connection, but I admired two different  black and white photos by different photographers in different parts of the room of two different New England lighthouses. The first is of the interior spiral staircase of the light at the NE corner of Nantucket which we sailed past on our way to Nova Scotia in 2017. The second is of the light at Port Clyde, Maine where we were last summer, and I have included my own photo, which is considerably less artsy.