The gas dock was closed by the time I
got my ailing motor evaluated but not repaired last night. – Fail.
My phone, which is not supposed to burn
minutes while I am on the internet as I have an internet plan
consumed all of my minutes so I couldn't make a phone call. - Fail
Not enough gas to get to town. - Fail
The people I was to meet to resume the
efforts to pull a Chinese Junk off a sandbar were running late. -
Fail
The gas station and the gas dock are
both out of gas. - Fail
While waiting for the crew to find a
source of gas the nasty gash in my left hand, sliced to the bone,
popped open between the excessive spaces between the stitches. - Fail
I stopped to get breakfast, an omelette
with holahandra, but they were out, no potatoes – Fail.
I kept walking. I'll have a burger
with mustard. Out of mustard? - Fail
I volunteered to go all the way across
the street to buy more. That shamed the proprietor into going. The
store was out of mustard. - Fail
My departing boat left while I was in
the hospital. - Fail
We spent the day attaching 143 ninety
pound lift bags, securing chains around skegs. The boat weighs 40
tons, draws 8 feet and is in 3 to 4 feet of water. This effort is
bound to – Fail
The fact that I have not kept my
faithful readers of some very interesting activity - Fail
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