3/27/2014
Today was a bad weather day. The forecast showed force seven headwinds and thunderstorms on my route.
I found some bricks, and together with my mattress, set up a kayak stand. I filled the front compartment with water in my 34th attempt since Leuca to find the mischievous leak.
The idea was to see where the water dripped out of my Nelo Inuk and patch the spot.
3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
It started to rain. Water covered the boat.
It had not rained earlier. It has not rained since.
Maybe I found the culprit and maybe I didn’t. But I sanded down an old patch and applied a new layer of epoxy, generously provided by a wonderful German couple from the only sailboat in the port.
My religious readers may note that this is not the first time rain has interrupted the fragile repair process. Which brings me to the subject of religion.
I am a practicing Jew, and as such I believe כִּי אֵל גָּדוֹל יְהוָה; וּמֶלֶךְ גָּדוֹל, עַל-כָּל-אֱלֹהִים. [Because God is a big god. He is bigger than all the other gods.]*
I think there’s a little god out to get me.
* psalm 95 - It sounds more poetic in Hebrew, or perhaps when subjected to a better translation than my own.
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