

A few people following these blogs have known me since I was 15; one since I was two. They know, and you know, that I define Type A. I have never learned to cool my heels. Maybe now's my chance.
The boat yard here at Port Charles Harbor diagnosed our generator this morning: fried control panel--at least. Weird for a generator with only 70 or so hours of run time--maybe it didn't like sitting around unused for three or four years; I know I wouldn't. The good news is that it's under warranty until the end of this year which should get us the $1800 part at no cost and there's an Onan company 20 or so miles from here who will install it. The part could be available within a day or two. Bad news: we pay for labor. And, we won't know what caused the problem until they bring their gadget that reads the generator's software. If the armature has a break, we'll be hauling the boat, removing the generator, and having it rebuilt. Long sigh.
The Admiral, bless her, is dealing with the Onan folks and has cancelled all our upcoming marina reservations. I found the warranty and related documentaion and then, in a fit of what do I do now, vacuumed the bilge--not as nasty a job as you might think but it does require bending and twisting this old bod and wearing out some of the aging skin on my knees and elbows.
We're going to be here a few days--hopefully not a few weeks. We may go down to St. Louis an hour or so away, do some bicycling and get to know the small, historic town of St. Charles, MO, home of Daniel Boone and the departure point for the Lewis and Clark Expedition.