It's been a while. Robin is in Cambridge, MD. The trip down two weekends ago with Tom Gilmore

 as crew was uneventful. We learned that one of the batteries could no longer hold a charge, so I'll be replacing both. They have lasted five years. The refrigeration worked great. Kept everything cold when we shut it off from 9 p.m. until 5 a.m. to conserve battery power.
Now the provisions are being gathered for a voyage to Maine in two weeks. Our pups, Lexi and Samantha, will be staying with their cousins in Massachusetts. Crew for the trip north is now uncertain. I may be single-handing, which is fine if lonely.
We had our second sailboat race at the Red Dragon Canoe Club this past weekend. Bluebird got a second and a first -- out of three boats. The racing was quite close between Bluebird and another boat, with our booms overlapping  each others' decks at times as we approached the finish line in the first race. Bluebird lost that one by a quarter-boat-length.
Most interesting  thing to happen here in the last week was the visit by a dog whisperer. She is a disciple of Cesar Millan, the TV star dog trainer.
We had had a couple of problems -- one minor, the other potentially serious -- with Lexi and Samantha. Lexi liked to jump on people as a form of affectionate greeting. Samantha liked to roar after dogs she met on walks as a means of getting near their throats, we worried.
Christine walked into the house, stood like Wonder Woman before the girls, who were in their crates, and within three minutes had both waiting to be shown what to do.
I've taken Samantha on walks since then and we've met dogs. She sits nicely, not making a peep. And Lexi doesn't jump on Monica as she had moments before Christine arrived. We need to have a visitor arrive at the front door so we can teach her how to not jump on them.
I'm ready to be come a disciple and spread the word. No dog needs to be ornery.