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???


waaay long time ago, before the beginning of time, and…

waaay long time ago, before the beginning of time, and after i lived in lost angeles and thereabouts, forever, i boat sat some different boats at the laurel street moorings in san diego.
once i bought my own boat , again, i relocated to coronado moorings. i also spent time on the other two mooring fields , as i was in sd from 1995-2011. quite some time., all on water, all over the bay, only place i did not keep a boat was anchorage 8, as that was no place for a lady to live.
1995-1999 was spent mainly in laurel street, with a month here and there, rock n roll hell and commercial basin, aka ac harbor. y’all new folks dont get it. ANYway, i made a buncha friends at laurel street.  we anchored around with a bunch of folks, and had a decent life.

storms in san diego bay initiate with winds from south east to north west, when laurel street is protected, anchorage 9 is open, then clock from nw, right through laurel street moorings, like a freight train, many times.
ok so this time was just last week.
i donot know, as yet what happened at shelter island rock n roll hell, which is usually destroyed during storms, but i have been in contact with a friend in the laurel street mooorings. i contacted him because i saw a pic of a few boats at the old “abandoned” fuel docks with balls still attached, wrecked after this storm.
i know i donot have many friends remaining in the mooring there, but the loss of anyone or boat is sad and difficult.
there was a force 50 named islander. i first met that boat in cerritos channel, port of lost angeles, in a repo dock, selling for 20,000 usd. and i passed her up. i watched her daily, across the channel from me–beautiful girl. she was itching to sail the far oceans.
then she left.
i relocated to san diego, 1995.
wow there she was… my friends’ neighbor. same boat. same name. prepping for travel, owner said. ok awesome.
easter sunday 2001, 0200 in morning, during a nasty nasty storm with documented winds at over 60 kts, islander broke loose from her mooring, drove herself thru 4 other boats, patsy n jimmys boat, jays boat, annies boat, and the boat of queen of the bay, mark.
marks description was awesome, it was imaginary , he said, so very imaginary, as the islander charged into his motor sailor. oops.
that was first one……. then came the rest.
she was repaired, as were the other boats, and life went on. i watched her thru her changes– she still has same owner, and she no longer preps to leave.
now she is on bottom, done forever., gone.
along with many other boats from the same neighborhood. yes all were seaworthy. yes all were affixed to moorings and yes all were able to get under way easily. however, these storms are flaming bitches.
i know .
btdt. many times.
and, yes, each mooring is checked annually, since the china chain incident, 2001, easter sunday , featuring islander, force 50.
i am sad these folks lost homes. they lost boats and many have no recourse.
dayummmmm. i still donot know how many lost, but the numbers are many.

hhmmmpphhh… lol

sitting in barra gonna have huevos rancheros and update what is not update-able from boat.

2 bar roulette wifi offered by hotel as amenity doesnt  connect at all.


at best.

and soooo…

we leave here second sat feb with bright moon   before sun.

still have fuel and other finishing ups to get done n out . gone.

spot works.

life rocks.





getting closer

ok… stressors..

time frames and schedules–because they limit your ability to herd cats successfully, as they refuse to herd…

nothing happens to a clock.

weather does not  hie to a schedule.

there is something  telling me quite loudly–a gut feeling– that i am not to leave  here yet, despite my dire need to do so.   there is a reason i am still finding  things done  that were geared   for catastrophic  fail.  my boat speaks  to me with   frightful accuracy.

now it seems oil pan  screwloose-itis?, with bilge blackosis.   ok.  so i only cleaned it well    5 times in  past  3 years. ok i guess it is time, yet again.

as i  dislike dwelling on past   stuff, it is difficult for me to  think the   person who was here  for 6 months  befouling my boat, doing exactly opposite that which i requested be done  was  actually  really  and truly here only to    hurt me and my boat and cat.  (could be why , when i sed we leave next week, he ran like stink the flock out of dodge with my lil  smartfone, including all my contact numbers and such unimportant  stuff).

but most of that has been repaired–  i still find  things  meant to severely  impair  me and my effort  through  murder of my boat.

ok so we got it down to only  8 million stressors  remaining  in my daily life—and dammit my bilge smells like rotting diesel and rotting  bilgewater, despite rose  soap….  yummmmy…  but, why now??it never ever did this before…not even during runaway.

yeah i am on this…would love to be able to reach  far enough to be able to take a pic of underneath engine…..without dropping fone into wet nasty  bilges…

this afternoon we do  soap and dock water  wash n rinse with  a second  person and   broom as brush.

whoooohoooo…  each one means one less to  have to locate and repair…and hopefully ability to  depart sooner than …..

but only   when that  gawdawful  feeling of impending doom leaves.

i have never  had this before a passage  prior to now.  not even  when i  should have, i didnt– this is odd..


and i am still awaiting my boom,  the  epoxy and  helper n clamps to climb and fix  mast, and repacking of   stuffing boxes, shaft and rudder.

i will run the  mizzen halyard forward to redirect the   upper mast away from cockpit if the  ungodly happens. we are continuing to  get done that which is needed to fly away.  we wont fly too  far of shore nor too close in, we wont fly    with  daring and  pizzazzz, but as a death run , or  hail mary run to mazatlan for repairs that are  much needed in a limping   and   somewhat disabled boat, which we are   searching thoroughly for potential fail points an repairing before departure–is 180 miles of   no where  to  duck into on an uphill leeshore run.   whooot.

so–the first 180 miles ‘ll kill ye, then the second 120 miles to  mazatlan  from banderas bay will do ye in….no problem.

what can go wrong….

yes i still have a momma, and she only has  3 of us left, so i have to remain safe.

oops.  .


sunday mornin…

almost payday with  need to depart from here and   things yet undone.

dink on coachhouse roof,  ready to leave,  just need  filling of   water tanks and  2 more   jugs for fuel–15 gal each.   then we  WILL get to mazatlan without   TOO many issues..mebbe.  oh yeah and a few other ..insignificant  .hahaha .. things

have cat food for 1.5 months,  just need   marlin tailmeat for the spoiled cat… he will have to do without, as i am NOT catching one of those

hopefully   with me as crew will mebbe  be mechanic, and  beto.. if i can afford carlos also,  yes.. working on that…will be a pricey  trip, if i have 3 on board besides me n  bubba

still  debating whether i can  pay crew and  marina and eat and cat food, or if i have to anchor out a month in the  old harbor anchorage…..

spot is activated and ready… fone numbers have been given to  the receiving end of this adventure, and i will warn em of my departure when that happens….i dont want to  remain anchored here  long after i leave marina, as i havent the   tool at my disposal to refill tanks with tap water until i rebuild em–now is only  fro washing. i carry garafones  of water  when i travel    for drinking, which are delivered to boat.

jus tneed the remaining   things repaired and   provisioning, and out the   lagoon for  mazatlan or wherever the sea gods want to  have me go…