Waiting for Summer

Posted Sept. 10, 2014 at 14:03

A week later, Szilvi went back to work, taking Anna along to let her have a week to get ready for First Grade...  Having had a long sailing season with her father, bringing the boat up from Greece to Croatia via southern Italy, she admitted she was ready to go back to 'land life'.  So now it is just the three of us left with two boats to contemplate the passing of the summer that never arrived.

The weather hasn't changed to the better, if anything, temperatures, which were in the high 20s (C) have cooled to just above 20.  That's nice when the sun is shining, but it gets cool at night, so we reinserted our bed cover sheet fill.  Autumn is knocking.  And yet another front starting tonight.

We spent a lot of time reading these last two months... that's partly responsible for the blog delay. Yours truly has by now read all the moral epistles and essays of Seneca, a book of Cicero's, the Annals of Tacitus...  I am amazed how much Seneca's letters reveal that the behaviour of people in an advanced and opulent society hasn't changed at all.  You could publish pages of it today and no one would notice it's not about today.

D has been reading and knitting, and while her sister was here crocheting, they created masterpieces together...

Using up left over yarn - just enough left for seven more pieces like this => a throw (small bed cover)



After being in and around this bay for more than three weeks, we kind of got lazy to move, just so that we would have to seek shelter elsewhere.  The seasonal green stuff has started to show around Dazzle's hull, so on an inspiring and warm day, I went to scrub it with a squeegee at the end of a broomstick.  Having finished that, I went underwater to the saildrive to scrape growth off it.  While scrubbing and kicking around with my feet to keep upright, just before going to surface for air - a big ouch! - my right foot kicked the pointy end of the keel, got impaled and ripped with a 2" gash starting under my ankle extending to the sole...

A game-changer within a second...  I could see my foot arch's fatty tissue turning out under the movement of the water even before I surfaced... Cursing, to the transom, climb, foot up high... Damn..!   Even though the wound was cleaned by seawater thoroughly, D pulled out an antiseptic wash from our medic kit and rinsed it some more.  Fortunately the wound went in on a slant, so it closed itself and would remain closed when dressed.  D found a triple-antibiotic creme, non-stick dressings, gauzes, bandage rolls, and we packed it all up.  So after a bit more of cursing, I decided against getting into a dingy with a bleeding foot I can't walk on, and going to some first-aid centre in Rogoznica (we knew where it was) and risk being sent to a hospital and/or being sewn by someone and getting a nice clean wound infected...  We'll take care of it and it will take care of itself.

The pointy end ...

... did this. (photo 5 days after)

This happened 15 days ago... and is the reason while we are still here in Rogoznica bay.  D's been dressing it twice a day with the same creme, had obtained more dressing materials from the local pharmacy, for ten days I was taking oral antibiotics we had as a spare, and it's been healing nicely (coincidentally, the BBC published a timely article two days after my incident - http://www.bbc.com/news/world-africa-29035193 - a backup plan!).  In the mean time, I found more time to read and even catch up on this blog...

In a couple of days I might venture into the sea again for a bit of swimming-exercise, and a week later (to be on the safe side) walking again should be possible...  Then we should be able to leave this bay and head north for haul-out - yet again.  Until then...

We're anchored.
- Z -