preparing for major work, finally!

what a wonderful morning!!!!!!
lollygagged until mechanic appeared, then we went thru this boat — immediate needs involving engine, filters, fuel tank which is fi now and so full of dirty water, which it wasnt until recently.. wow it is bad. no wonder my engine stopped.
so we fixing all.~~ emptying tank and ridding boat if kaka diesel and kaka in da diesel… changing fill hose and making current garbage fuel tank finally go away. gonna build new tanks.placing automaticity for bilge pumps so i donot have to keep manually operating those, and changing out bad nonfunctional pumps and perfectiing the engine and fuel system, then onward to electrics and prepping for mast stepping.. whoot–neeed to step mizzen in winter so no rain into boat. will be a huge hole. will be fixing everything under the forward cockpit deck and the dinette and galley counter. ha ha ha ha adding 2 battery boxes for these 6 v golf cart batteries int he hold, none each side, and creating much needed storage space instead of interior battery boxes taking the space. removing fridge and repairing and strengthening the beam under mizzen and making a step for under mizzen so no one has to do this again, and repairing all this stuff i neeed to fix. and ernesto said he can do it all… whooooot. i love independents with a can and did do attitude. i said–ok so you agree to be my boats “slave” after work for 4 yrs? he sed YES.. wow coool.
i wanna know how is bilge water getting into my crappy fuel tank????? that will be fixed with the dispo-ing of that craap tank..but i bet i will find a leakage somewhere allowing in bilge water, as that is what this crap in my fuel looks like.
we will empty allmy diesel in tank into the 50-60 liter garafones i have carried with me for a while, and recycle it to the fuel station. yuk it is foogly.
so, tuesday, we have mechanic in bringing new fuel pump again and whatever is needed to start this work, and begin fuel readjustment so we can use machina… whoot we gonna fly again..and not bandaid surgery, but fix it right. finally.
rebuilding water pumps–yes i have 3..all 3 not working…
i donated to the what you can use from my boat that i cannot pile 2 racor filters in various bits, some unusable on my boat fuel filters, and some fittings for other style 108 and 107 fuel filters… they donot fit my engine, so , bye bye. mechanix have other engines with issues so parts donot hurt
i am glad i am finally getting with those i need to contact fo r fixing this –i am jazzed we starting this misadventure.

ha ha ha ha ~~ whew

dodged another bullet with a name on it— patricia got me n bubba a lil anticipatory of these… anyway– hardly a sailing breeze, i think it was kept under 40 kts, here, and, in general, thank the sea and weather and all the gods it was a nonevent for mazatlan, except for the flooding.
baja on the other hand~~got slammed.
all baja sur , both sides of the peninsula. i have yet to hear anything. i hope the folks in la paz and area were appropriately prepared this time.
between bubba n me, and this boat, we have experienced a month of maladies. bubba seems mostly cured, just needs more advantage multi for his having been gifted fleas by a dock cat with indoor cat status envy who chose to sleep and pee on our home in protest of our arrival on dock 6.
and i am improving .. was bad for a moment.
ok so i am on dock 7 for cane newton. we dodged that bullet, and i hope i can convince em to allow me this slip until they allow me onto dock e, where i belong. i need repairs , not social life.
this life is awesome.

this boat loves number 3

everything is   of 3 s…   breakage is always 3  things never less.. ok

so we played musical chairs for a while,  tranny  died and      fixed,  packing gland repacked and isnt  sinking boat so fast anymore, yaaaayyyy….. and   another–which deserves a  long story paragraph of its own!!  this morning we   replaced bird into her  regularly scheduled slip.   good girl did well.

the gods of practical joking and guardian angels   must have worked some major magic, as    somehow this boat got from barra de navidad to  mazatlan without a fuel pump of any kind   functioning  except injector pump.

no my tanks are not above level of engine.  on contrary, it is below  the  level of engine.  sooooo… what massive miracle  conjured up  by  what witch or warlock or alien  unknown  made this boat get from point  a to point b  some 300 miles and 3 re starts later????

the surging sound   started immediately  upon leaving sight of barra lagoon.   hhmmmmmmmmmm

if i scratched my  head any more on htis, i would have no hair.

impressive. i am incredibly thankful to  what ever  made us   able to get here…

the electric assist pump  was no longer pumping fuel….

this is a  total  puzzlement.  the lift pump is a dismantled mess  that i requested repaired in barra, but mechanic said NO(no this is not diaz, but the honda guy..ha h aha ha )… ok. i love it when   mechanics    actually do that which  i request.

the surging rpms sound we kept hearing    was   lack of fuel delivery. perhaps the engine  was pumping fuel into  the injector pump –but how did i manage a restart    4 more times, much less arrive   in the marina under my own power???..

magic. dang.

and so i now  have a rebuilt tranny., a new  fuel pump, and   new packing gland stuffing ,.  we only sinking a  few drips  each  minuet now.  not  lots like    for a few days ..   that was    too reminiscent of   san diego  when there were three kids pissing in bilges constantly and i needed to pump every 4- 6 hours  or bounce off the mud below boat.  (why i had diver stuff toilet seal wax into the shaft log!)

i am still impressed with making it here without a  lift pump or electrical  assist pump   functioning.  wow.  something was with us.

i am now  back in my regularly scheduled slip awaiting  the boat to let me know what she wants done before the electricity is changed and improved and messed with  which precedes  the stepping of mizzen, as electricity is    affixed to mast-the bus bars (real smart set up, not) , which  precedes any repairs to  the beam under the mizzen…   and all the other   repairs and modifications i  need and want to   complete before again sailing  south.  whew   tired just thinking about the repairs  to come.  and now i have a  nice elect pump,  we will rebuild the  lift pump  so we have alternatives–never to use both at same time.

i think i will take today off.

i need to figger out why the  engine was able to get here without  any lift pump or elect assist pump functioning…   curiouser and curiouser   this puzzlement.   this must be  why the gods made  flash drives with   movies and stuff on em for entertainment.

bird out



musical chairs…and the band played on


fun title, isnt it.. just dreamed it up as  bubba came to  lie down next to me for a bit.

ok so i  went into cockpit after  opening the engine   flow seacock. ok.   now w eturn on engine..

first   partial cranking, we has lift off..  might be a  whopping  half second after turning key we on and running sweetly and smoothly as    purrfect engines are prone to doing.

ok time to check water  out exhaust.  we has water–good flow.



not  spozed to has propwash while in neutral.  ok now what is wrong.. we must examine this.  so we  leave it as is and  grab a neighbor   as consultant–  hell it is obvious the issue– so he confirms it–i enjoy witnesses.

sometimes.  when they are necessary.


and then we add  tiempo aire to the fone so we can use the damn thing.  long story behind this one– coming down to telcel gals  terminating my service now 3 times  after i  had bought it… totalling 900 pesos  in their own pocket, not telcels.  there is a part of govt for this, and htis is  how i am  gonna proceed after bringing  it to attention of the   other telcel   managers in another   office.

(seems i am not the only one to experience  issues. all other gringos  have complained of service only lasting 2 weeks when   it should have lasted 4.  common complaint here in gringo ville….  speels scam to me. and on we go.

and so….  finally i have  air time on my  fone–i wanted to say hay to momma  on her poppas birthday and i wanted to call for  dentist appointment–and other   reasons, but kept   finding fewer and fewer minuets on my fone each time i went to the tel cel   office in liverpool mall. i hope any  one reading these words will go to the other office not so convenient to  gringoville, as you are also being  robbed.  as there is no money to go hand to hand, these are converting the minutes you buy  after you leave, into their own. three times of three, i went in, paid  dough got receipt went to the  number 24 window i was assigned and  had same exact thing happen–  receive  notice the   service was purchased and activated, then about half hour later, in spanish comes the message  the  service has been terminated. prior messages have been deleted.   nothing  not even regalo   left in fone.  they strip yours and take it as theirs.  fun.  and so  i need to  use the channels proscribed to report the issue to the feds so no more turistas are molested by this  issue.)

back to the point….. so we has prop wash, not spozed to happen and is brand new issue.. ok.

so i call benjamin, the mechanic recommended by a few  with whom i have chatted including my friend here.  he was here today diagnosed  clutch issue, forward clutch. ok is affordable….   he will  remove  tranny after  boat is relocated by tow to the  slip in which it is spozed tobe.

nothing ever works when you wanna move–only when boat wants to break in my sleep–but boat is 40 yrs old and has had a  unique history

so monday we move boat via tow  from marina to the slip i need to occupy, which was same one i had before dock was repaired…..

ok so next month–bicycle(cheap  mountain   type–many  gears and  decent off road tires for sploring and shopping here) and   electricos and  transmission.

mebbe shoes for  my birthday.  mebbe.


and i hope no mas de musical chairs here…….


seems  motivation, or motorvation, is one of the most difficult   concepts  i have   to overcome, as i have    very little at present.

i seriously miss my brother.   i   did much  because of  him– sent pix–yeah those were for   donny, not for me.   wanted to show him   how fun life could be.

well. yes life is fun. was a lot funner when i could share with my brother what i was up to.

i really miss him.  i didnt realize how much of my  motivation was    so i could show  donny what i was doing.   we shared many moments in life, whether we were   in same location or distant.  now he is gone.  with him seems to have  gone much of what drove me thru life.

plans always change

i am sitting here  now wondering how to manage my   finances and  haulout fees–  damn they high now…i hope i can manage to pull her out  of the water before birdee presents with serious issues  requiring  immediate    hauling.  i also need to repair that which broke on our trip  here from barra.  we blew out the  genoa on our way here, and  temporarily lost fluxgate compass  of autopilot. now i get to learn why that happened.

i went door to door   comparison shopping–it seems   the only way i can afford to haul out is if i careen somewhere or  head to guaymas, which i been  avoiding like plague.   desert doesnt agree with me, and allergy pills here are not  the kind i can use.  oops.

the only positivities i can  see immediately   in heading to guaymas would be  being able to haulout cheaply   and rent a place during the   work,  and  potentially visit with momma occasionally, as usa is only 5 hours away, and momma even closer in goodyear.  if i could convince momma to visit, she could ruffle bubbas furrzz with her  fingers. he is sooo soft.    funny how he grew so  much after leaving   san diego.  his vet in sd   weighed him in at 16.5 pounds with admonishment to have him lose weight–  but he wasnt fat. he IS maine coon mix, and now weighs in at a  very skinny 17.2 pounds, bone and skin with a lot of furrzzz.   i love huge cats. the only   disadvantage  to a large kitty is  stuffing his butt into a carrier.  seems he will no longer   submit to that treatment.  patricia cane scared him seriously.  he doesnt mind a tote bag, heavy  and canvas. there was room in it for him   wrapped somewhat in a towel  with his   heavy duty harness and  his tether.   he   was soooo very good in the taxi and in vet office and    on return he was out cold.   would look up at me  when i was carrying him home. his teeth are   good–one is broken, but not dangerously so, and  now all have  no plaque. that was sooo ugly and he was getting  sick from it, so it was way past time.

la jungla veterinaria is the best vet–  dr rafael used to be a dockmate  when we were first here. bubba had gone once to his office, but prefers to remain on boat..   i was able to hold him until he went  to sleep for his    treatment.  the  adventure was   as painless an d trauma free as possible.   so many vets   have ye not assist with yer own scared critter, and that increases trauma to that critter logarithmically. in sd,  they would   pull him away from me and  carry his scareded screaming  toothy and shreddy self into a back room, wondering why he was so  agitated.   he only likes and trusts me. no one else.

i had a lovely  vet in long beach   many years ago who allowed me to hold my  cats when   i took em in for exams– that made life  so much easier than listening to the scared screaming from another room.  that noise is unnecessary, yet seems to be the song of the people of  the   vets waiting room. oops.  i gauge my   willingness to visit a vet  by the noises i hear from the back of the   vet office.

ok so i got cat   attended to, now i  just need to   gather my  motorvashuns together to manage my own life and birdee

.  but it is so much easier to do  stuff when there is someone ye show off for.  dammit i miss my brother.  we donot know how much we miss another until there is no  option for ever meeting up again.


love my new boom. isnt it lovely wood?? is perota, aka  ipe, or huanacaxtle wood. i want the other horizontal spars of it also.  beautiful stuff and makes for a sweet appearance.


resting up

feels good, but laziness wants to settle in… ha ha haha
and so we triage the needs– first is electrical modification– panel needs to relocate so i can have mizzen stepped–someone had a wise idea of placing the electrical bus bars on the mizzen itself. okay.. we gotta fix what was done how many owners ago– someone didnt think mast was ever gonna be stepped for maintenance and repair, perhaps.
mebbe they didnt think boat would last this long… fooled them.. ha ha ha ha
bubba is trying to not get foot stuck to tape again…somehow that mean old tape affixed self to his hind foot–what destruction a scared cat can effect.. pooor bubba. fixed with some brushing and muffled laughter…..
we have neighbors with a goggie– bubba stands watch well when it comes to new critters to watch…..

ok so we made it to mazatlan…

with   a blown out    headsail, and  a  slightly  quirky  otto pile it, which  decided to   quit for  48 hours.

life is a fun  place.  sometimes  we get some interesting  events to play with.

and sometimes we get to   make   a new location    without   any  problems.

this  run was  expected to be worse than it was,  but it wasnt.

first half was  different  than second half, but bubba was happy enough and the boat managed to make it to mazatlan   without   submarining, so now we can  get repairs   begun.

we got into isla marina just in time for the blues party   at the palapa.  that was fun- food and    limonada natural and friends.   excellent music.

seems one of the band, the awesome guitarist, john,   has health issues and is    fading out from cancer.  that is sad. he is a good  guitar player. makes that thing sing.

a good time was had by all.

so we recover until time to repair    this  boat.   the fiurst thing shoul dbe  electrickery , which needs to relocate itself befoe i can step my mizzen mast, and the  toilet seat failed. ok.. so i needed a new one for ever, now i   will  replace with new toilet.

so many things to do and so much exhaustion from trip.

sleeeeeppp   sounds   sooo  gooood……

prepping madly, then…..

and so it goes, como normal…

because i  chose to await a mechanic who has   reliability issues i didnt know about until i   was waiting for nothing, i am still here.   with an air leak size of teejasss…..  denied by the  kid mechanic who installed   said air leak.


so NOW we have an older  fella who is    finding  the necessary items for the uninstallation of said air leak so i can have a turn key engine WITH a racor in place.

THEN, as my  financial window has slammed in my face, i get to await the reopening of same,   to plan my  exit from here   to correlate with   incoming    monthly deposits.


so we should be in mazatlan   mid april.

and before i leave i still need to    re-arrange my battery charging capabilities as my cranking battery only charges  with an external charger, not     by alternator . ggrrrrr.. that individual  who insisted on coming here     did a lot of damages, still being found.

ok so.. i  only need an electrician.

and my charger invertor is still with  my   very busy  electrician.

is only money..

ha ha ha ha ha ha

anyway–we will be leaving here   to get to mazatlan for repairs so necesaary.

we will be in mazatlan this summer

is only a matter of when can i leave here and safely make it to my destination.

seems weather and financial  windows do not open at same times……..





how the birdee got her name……

The conditions of a solitary bird are five: First, that it flies to the highest point. Second, that it does not seek after company, not even its own kind. Third, that it aims its beak to the wind. Fourth, that it has no definite color. Fifth, that it sings very sweetly. (John of the Cross: Sayings of Light and Love)


seems there was a man who used to own this boat, yet no name of his is on any records other than a  survey, named this boat solitary bird. i met this man in  la cruz de  huanacaxtle,  as he owned a restaurant named evas brick house  while i was there.

i thought i already  posted this but i cannot find it, so i repeat this .

don juan de mateus/don juan of the 11800181_982504901781456_972189824219480821_ncross  wrote 5   points/conditions  of solitary bird.

depending on whose translation is used.

another translation:

The conditions of a solitary bird are 5. The 1st, it flies to the highest point, The 2nd, it does not suffer for company, even of its own kind, The 3rd, it aims its beak to the sky, The 4th, it has no definite color, and The 5th- it sings very softly.”

i prefer the translation i  first posted, as i am in no manner soft—  singing sweetly is something birdee does, however.

she does wear her name well

aarrrggghhhhhh….estofado, otra vez

ok so  we tried for 7 days to  start engine.   we have rebuilt, yet again the injector pump, no joy.

ok i see.

we need a new one???  or is this something different?   i saw the  vent was filled with diesel fuel–that could be an issue— but…..

so we will change out vent hosing or  empty it of diesel, we have already  re rebuilt injector pump.

we have   rebuilt the lift pump that chukkee the devilboy  saw fit to dismantle, causing the   diesel leakage that    convinced me to remain here until the sabotage  he effected  has been addressed and reversed.  i have no death wish.

no joy, only  fumes   despite having  over 300 liters of fuel.  and now installed racor….and….asthma.

ok.   albuterol and  beclamethasone and improvement  but still have death rattle cough.

this is flustrating, as i   do need to relocate boat for   repairs unable to be   effected here.

is only 300 miles uphill   for repairs i can afford.  oops .

i am almost convinced i may never leave here–how does that song go–you  can check in but you  will never leave….

buying new injector pump will mandate my  remaining for   i donot know how many more months so i can pay for it and move without losing ability to feed cat and self.   this is more entertaining   each time, isnt it… so many things,  so few repairs that work.

juggling  the pricey renta here with purchases of  equipment is a challenge, at best… i am   so  ready to go–iff only this boat would cooperate–what does it know i do not???