August 19, 2009 Wednesday hot, hot, hot

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Phil's up.

9:12
I'm up and ready. We're prepping for underway.

9:19
"Fouled steering" Phil says "Check the 'head' cabinet" This is where the chain from the wheel travels behind our bathroom cabinet. "Oh, the bed's out upstairs" he remembers. When it's pulled out to full size, like when Sailor and I pull it out to play on, it blocks the wheel from turning.

9:44
A quick trip to home dock - we're here.

We spend the evening doing errands, playing with friends and playing at the mall.

Night
When we come out of the mall it's still hot, hot, hot. Back at the marina, before heading down the ramp, I stop to put Sa's life jacket on him. I bump his hand that's holding his new little fire engine that he bought at the mall. We watch it roll down the ramp, off the edge and into the river, faster than we could get to it. Fortunately the water is low so the fire truck is barely submerged at the edge. I watched it land. Sailor errputs into a painful cry. I call Phil on the cell phone. He meets us down at the rivers edge trail. He holds Sa as I slide over the brush and about 20 feet down to the muddy river's edge. I have one little foot slip and catch myself. I have the fire truck in hand, and then in my pocket. Sailor is all smiles when I hand it to him in Daddy's arms.