The weather has been unseasonably warm. After finishing the V-Berth cushions yesterday (Brian had to work, and I was at home cursing at the Sailrite, which has lately been the bane of my existence. I was able to finish the cushions using my old-school $100 Brother sewing machine, and the weight of said Sailrite prevented it from being thrown in the front-yard…) Anyhow, the cushions turned out even better than expected when on the boat (I was ready to take a nap on them today!), but Brian had projects in store for me, like replacing the genoa blocks. Ironically, I took one look at the nuts of the old one and KNEW I would need a 10mm wrench. Either I have spent too much time on boats, or this was an oxymoron based on the fact I purchased a million of these damn wrenches in Thailand based on a job project… They were pretty cheap there. Nonetheless, after the project was completed, it was off for sail numero dos aboard Serenity. Other than a few weird random things (we have some boat neighbors who seem to have taken a liking to me. In fact, they chose to ogle me while we cast off this afternoon. I even asked Brian, “Am I paranoid, or were those dudes really creepy?” “No, they are just old creepy men…”), and the fact the main sail STILL get caught on randomness when being hoisted (what the hell?!?), the main sheet was up. Nothing. No sense putting out the genny at this point- we were in the doldrums, baby! It was hot, I changed into a swimsuit (hell, I was ready to jump into the dirty bay water at this point to cool down), and a sailboat near us started to track our same path. “Do they not realize we are, too, in the doldrums, and going nowhere fast?” The wind started to pick up- we could see the ripple of wind on the water. 1.1 knots soon became 2.8 knots, time to unfurl the genoa… 4.5 knots. Oh yeah, baby, we are finally sailing! I was trying to feel out Serenity, and get the best feel for how she performs. We had a little lee going. I was booking for 4.5 knots! Brian eventually broke up the romance, “So, when do you want to turn around?” “NOOO!” I wailed, “It is probably only 2PM!” “Um, no, it is closer to 4!” Mentally, I was of the mindset, “Keep sailing!” but common sense reminded me our only provisions were 2 bags of chips, 2 Diet Cokes and some Gatorade… This could present a problem. Begrudingly, I tacked- I did not want to, but the thought of Thai take-out helped alleviate the stressors. Dodging the land-mine field of crab traps at sunset was a PITA< but we made it safely back to dock. Other than a very expensive cockpit cushion meeting the drink (FML, we seriously need to get the snaps installed!) and rescuing it, it was a fine day indeed.