Phoned the Oceanside Post Office right after breakfast. To my surprise, they were open, but they didn't have any mail for either Holt or Grabenauer. Later, Roy phoned Steve and found out he mailed the carton third class last Monday, so it might be a while before it gets here. The mail from Charleston should have arrived, however.
Walked over to the beautiful Farm Fresh that we went to last summer. It's still the most attractive super market I've ever been to. Bought a few groceries and took them back to the boat.
A light rain last night washed most of the bugs off the wind generator, the Royaks, the sails, and the rigging. I stripped the bed, shook out the blanket, and gathered up the sheets, pillow cases, and the rest of the dirty clothes. Roy trundled them over to the laundromat in the blue wagon. Then he left, and I did the laundry and brought the stuff back. The boat's starting to look halfway decent again. When we get to a marina, we'll hose the entire outside and vacuum the entire inside. Thank goodness those miserable six-legged monsters are gone.
After lunch, Roy fixed the generator and did a few other things he'd been wanting to do, and I updated the log and worked on my programs. Tomorrow, we'll probably take the boat to Jamestown.
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