The boat is getting "sea" trials.

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The boss stopped by.  Wanted to borrow the inflatable canoe.  No worries.  I had to find bits and parts.  I have four seats, only three fit at a time.  But they are different types.  Paddles, air pump, anchor, and anchor rope were all rounded up.  I offered him one of my wetsuits, but it was too big.  Oh, the one life vest I have or could find went with.  I have other things, if I can find the items.  A screw-type beach tie-off, flashers for boat and crew, large and small dry sacks, just vicarious tackle and gear.  What they have should do.  I am dying to hear how she handles.  As I have mentioned, for me at least, life is about stories.  Though if she handles easily I'd like to go out with a small crew, then solo.  Perhaps on minor whitewater runs.  She can handle class III or IV white water, and I "swam" in worse.

Dinner was just so-so.  Not because food was bad, my body just wasn't interested in eating.  I have enough meat cooked for several days, if I can eat.

One other note.  I finally found Latin lessons with audio, which have better reviews and referrals.  So I ordered that.  I have other lessons but realized, without oral and written, and it being a dead language, I was headed nowhere fast on my own, or worse.  If I do well, Greek next.  It's for religion but has a multitude of uses, as well as being the mother of many languages and the grandmother, daughter, and aunt to others, including my own.  Veni, vidi, vici?  We'll see.  Or awkward.

A nap?  Yes.  This weather is killing me.  Either edging on too hot or crashing and taking me with it.  Later.