Taking a reprieve from a week-long boardsailing in which the body was taking a toll from the war wounds, I returned home. En route home I stopped by my Asian fish monger. I bought live mussels, clams, and oysters to be used for the next few days at home. Like the saying goes, a well laid plan does not always work out.
After a day at home the weather forecast all of a sudden looked quite good for boardsailing for the next few days. My equipment at the mean time also in dire need of maintenance so I shook a leg, as the old timers would say, to get ready for the next tour of duty in the Gorge. Emergency time called for war time measures to summon up the needed resources.
gluing the foam on the helmet