I am determined to figure out this marine weather business. I’m not mathematically minded, I can’t fix stuff, I’m a crappy cook and at least 40% of the time my kids hate me. So this means I should be good at weather stuff right? What else is left?
Ordered my first GRIB (I was calling them GIRB files for a couple of days before Carl corrected me) file tonight. I haven’t got the whole SSB and Pactor modem thing down yet so I’ll hook our sat phone up to the laptop and order the files via email, still on the fence whether to get an email compression service. Probably should, would cut down on spending a bunch of money when my mum sends funny naked people emails.
So CLICK, I sent off the above email and I got this back:
Hmmm what the F*CK do the squiggles mean???!
I’ve been posting on WWS on Facebook and have on order a few weather books. May need to reference them A LOT!
On another note. Carl has been working for a few hours trying to fix our heater. It’s going to be 33 degrees tonight and I hope to not have another night with 2 kids in the bed. I really don’t know how co-sleeping parents do it. My little one constantly wakes up in the middle of the night and likes to rub my hair and tell me I’m “beauti rella” (beautiful Cinderella hair), sweet I know but a. it’s the middle of the night and b. I’m a brunette!
We are currently on our 4th countdown! We hope by this time next week I’ll be significantly more educated on weather prediction and we will be leaving for the Bahamas, where not having a working heater is a good thing. Projects still to tackle:
Wiring of generator, installation of water maker, installation of new helm and wheel, installation of fabulous new flooring, minor trim work, and trying to figure out where to put everything so it doesn’t become a projectile while underway. None of our shelves have been completed with rails to stop flying debris. All I can think of is lots of bungee cords.
We may be spending Christmas underway but really I can’t imagine a better Christmas than that. Unless I’m puking over my fat pregnant stomach.