A terrible calamity happened to Roy today. He has spent several days preparing a new location for one of the batteries and getting it over there. The thing weighs 80 pounds, so it wasn't easy to lift it out of its old location, but he finally got it relocated. Then he was drilling a hole through the floor next to the battery. He had to drill up from underneath where he couldn't see. Somehow, the electric drill punctured one of the battery cells and all the acid from that cell leaked out. Roy had presence of mind enough to leave the drill in the hole until he could grab a plastic bucket and set it under the hole, so most of the acid went in the bucket, but some spilled on the boat and on Roy. He had to get that eighty-pound battery off the boat, wipe up as much of the acid as he could, and then take a shower with his clothes on to wash the acid off his clothes as well as himself. Tomorrow, he'll have to take a taxi to a battery shop and buy a new one. In fact, he's going to get two while he's at it. He's always wanted a battery that was used only to start the engine.
Other than that, it was a good day. Even warmer than yesterday. I got another coat of varnish on the toe-rails. Also put a new ribbon in the printer and ran off the first thirty pages of the new log. I hope no one notices that page 11 is missing; I wasn't about to do the whole thing over just because I messed up the page numbering.
Meghan would like information about our family history, so I began writing what little I know. Wish I knew more.
Rode my bike around, looking for a good place to make copies. The first one had a good machine but was too expensive. The second place was cheap but had a clunky copier. Maybe I'll wait until we get to Fort Lauderdale to run off the copies.
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