Concaved or Conclaved we’ll stick with the theme offering a challenge to Wadsworth as well as good ol’ roll in the grave…
“Chaldaean shepherds, ranging trackless fields, Beneath the concave of unclouded skies Spread like the sea, in boundless solitude, Looked on the polar star, as on guide And the guardian of their course, that never closed His steadfast eye”
Dodge.. Thrust.. Jab and or enough of the Periwinkling as we’ll get up the mast, down the mast, insert cable, un insert, run line, caulk, re caulk, rappel & rewind as a review
it’s called a because… going boom boom boom to get through the parts and a hearty you know what happens when we assemble… placed finally the screws beckon forward {continue}
that’s Mr Harbor Rat to you buddy… with no shortage of distractions {continue}
sail up… {continue}
amazingly amassing more & ongoing we work our way this month’s “Man Cycle” {continue}
Bamboozled… {continue}
vine ripened and short on content but not only organic in thought… with stars & points we head north…. {continue}
steal your sail… {continue}
whoops.. oops.. or those pesky leeward shores {continue}
having to start early, dawn comes early on a ship or breakfast or lunch or the one thing they say about day drinking… {continue}
