Saturday August 14, 2010
Arriving at the boat around 5:30, I quickly hopped in the v-berth and took a nap to cure the bout of insomnia I had the night before. When I woke up an hour later Matt had just thrown burgers on the grill, so I bumped around the boat in a sleepy haze trying to get all the condiments and sides ready. Minutes later we were enjoying our deliciously juicy cheeseburgers and chips while Mazzii sniffed around and tried to steal bites from behind my back. She knew it was her dinnertime too and wanted to get in on the action. After Matt cleared his plate he went down in the cabin to prepare Mazzii’s food, which consisted of pulling back the tab on a can and dumping the contents into a bowl. Since we didn’t want to go through the trouble of putting a harness on and dragging her down three steps just so she could eat, we decided to feed her in the cockpit. Giving the food to her while sitting on the bench was out since it would make a mess on the sport-a-seats we had sprawled out. Matt decided it would be best to stick her in the narrow slot behind the wheel. Since Mazzii could not easily walk back there herself with the bench narrowing to 3 or 4 inches, Matt picked her up thinking he’d easily be able to lower her in the area. Only problem was he forgot that any time she’s lifted in the air her legs go berzerk trying to find the closest thing to get solid footing on. So after three shots with her legs ending up entwined in the steering wheel, and a few good laughs on our part, I had to hold her legs steady while Matt could safely lower her all the way down.
After dinner was a quick dip in the lake, something we normally never do in Muskegon Lake because by July-August it is normally overrun by algae and I feel like I’d be covered in green slime by the time I got out. But this year the water was mostly clear, and Matt was already in it, so I couldn’t tell him no. I also figured it was the only form of cardio I might get in while I was on the boat (although I later found out that treading water for 30 minutes only burns about 90 calories). While Matt and I were having fun in the water Mazzii kept peering her head over the side and whimpering, probably wondering why we hadn’t asked her to join us. Although I think at that moment she had forgotten what a body of water was, because after we forced her to try and swim the previous year at a dog friendly location on Lake Michigan she had disowned us by not coming back to our towels and leaving other pet owners to wonder if she was a stray. Or the time we coaxed her to jump off the transom in the Hunter and she had kicked and flailed and scratched up the dinghy trying to find the fastest way possible out of the water. Even so, Matt thought she needed another attempt at it. He strapped her into her life vest and slowly lowered her down the steps of the transom and into the water. It didn’t take long for her to start huffing and groaning, and Matt pulled her up before she could even be fully submerged. I guess the battle with her and swimming is still on.
Mazzii after her swim last year
Contemplating jumping in this year
After a few more hours of relaxing on deck it was movie time, and I was excited to try out the microwave we just purchased to make one of my all time favorite snacks, kettle popcorn (or as Matt likes to refer to it ‘That stuff I hate). Throwing the bag of popcorn in I shut the door and pressed the pre-set popcorn button. The machine whirred to life as I stood there as excited as a child waiting for guest to arrive at a birthday party. The microwave lit up for about 15 seconds…..and then dimmed. Matt and I looked at the amps on our Blue Sky VSM to make sure we had enough power to run it, which we did, but also turned off all but one cabin light to make sure. The microwave lit up bright again, but after about 20 seconds this time dimmed down to the quite hum it had before. When the three minutes were up I believe only 6 pieces of popcorn popped. Matt, determined to get his newest toy working, and me just determined to get my snack, gave it another go. After four more minutes of whirring and humming I had a bag of 2/3 popped popcorn and decided that was all I needed. I spent the rest of my night watching ‘The Hangover’ and laughing about one man wolf packs while Matt was undoubtedly on his computer researching amps and watts. In the end we came to the decision that if I wanted popcorn again it had to be light enough out for the solar panels to be pulling in energy at the same time, or the engine had to be running. A 6:00 movie time? I think I can do that.