The store Roy bought the generator from convinced him it's working correctly, so now the generator's back on the boat, but the electronics shop had to order the capacitor for the battery charger from California, so it will be several days before that's ready. Then I'll have to figure out how to lug a thirty-pound battery charger back to the boat. Oh well, I can always use the blue wagon. The tough part will be getting it up the stairs to the bridge.
I spent the morning typing up the back pages of the log. Everything's now on disk, ready to print. I got the printer set up and ran the self-test, which worked perfectly. We were both really impressed by the quality of the print, but I didn't have time to print any of the log before zooming out to the airport to get the car.
The bus that goes near the airport runs only once every two hours, so I had to take the 3:15 bus. There's no bus that goes all the way to the terminal, but this one let me out at the entrance road, and I walked the rest of the way--about a mile. Got there about five to four. I didn't want to pick the car up before 4:30, so I sat in the lobby until then. I had asked for the least expensive car they had and had been told it would be a sub-compact, but they gave me a really nice mid-range car for the same price. I even got an AARP discount, so it cost less than $30 with unlimited mileage. It's a bright red Chevrolet with less than 9000 miles on it. Drives beautifully.
I took advantage of having the car to go to the grocery store and stock up on canned goods and stuff. Also went by Radio Shack to see if the clerk had found out anything about the battery holder, but the one I'd talked to wasn't there, and the manager didn't know anything about it. He said to come back Saturday.
After supper, I began printing copy one of the log. The printer worked perfectly, but the software has some bugs, especially with the page numbering. I can get around them, though.
Last minute panic. Roy couldn't find his plane ticket! He was sure he'd put it in the camera bag, which he was going to hand-carry, but it wasn't there. No sleep until it's found. Fortunately, he eventually found it in the end pocket of the red bag he had put the camera bag into.
He finally realized that three heavy bags were a bit much even for him to carry, so he's going to leave the camera here. His tool bag alone weighs more than fifty pounds, and his clothing bag is too heavy for me to pick up. He's going to check those two bags and just take his backpack on the plane. But the fun is going to come when he tries to juggle all those bags on BART and the Richmond bus. I advised him to store the bags in a locker at SFO, go to Richmond and get his truck, and then come back for the bags. It will be interesting to see if he takes this advice. Probably not.
Since we have to get up at five in the morning, I had planned on going to bed at eight, but between printing the log and hunting for plane tickets, it was nearly ten before I got to bed, so I know I'll be beat tomorrow.
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