My PR Guy just ate his gun

 I'm home, I'm happy. 

        My gosh I slept the sleep of the righteous last night. Or something. Whatever, I slept awesome. 

     I know how the expression goes, but I emphatically don't want to Sleep Like a Baby. 

     I slept like a baby once, when I was 18, by which I mean I woke up wet and crying twice.   My first hangover. 

             Today is mostly playing catchup, as it always is. I slept late, waking up at 8am, and since I had been up for about 34 hours, I slept 10 hours. It was excellent. Inappropriately Hot Foreign Wife wasn't complaining, as she rarely indulges herself in sleeping late. 

     It's only like 2pm right now. I've been hitting the to-do list hard already. 

    I've written here before that my wife has relatives here and a lot of friends who are illegals. Politically she's about as subtle as a hammer to the nose, so with the immigration crackdown, there's some serious wailing and gnashing of teeth from her side of the social circle this week given the sheer number of pictures of her in a Trump shirt and with her MAGA hat on.   What can I say? I'm proud of her, but I also know to listen- she's lived under a military dictatorship, and at the end of that, she got to watch socialists rape and ruin her country, which I believe likely to be the wealthiest in the world in natural resources with perhaps the exception of oil, where they're merely in the top 5. 

   My wife is of the opinion that Pinochet was on to something. 

    She, and by extension me, are not on the ascendant this week in the social milieu. There's been a lot of phone calls with a lot of yelling. I don't know what they're saying, but they sound pretty soggy and hard to light. 

    The latest one just finished. I should go see who hates us now. 

Return to the old ways

 You know what I had for night lunch tonight? BLT's.   

 When is the last time you had a BLT? For me, like a year, 18 months I bet. 

  Holy shit I forgot how good those things are.  Now, I'm trying to be good lately, not overeat, but I had 2 for dinner (night lunch, whatever), and just had another one here coming up on 3am. 

 I was able to get ashore today by waking up early, so I stocked up on water and diet pepsi, and more importantly, portioned out 4 weeks worth of chicken and meat and ham, so I'll have a baggie with the right portion of my protein of the day for dinner next month. At some point either in the middle or the end of next tour, (hopefully the end) , I'll be pulled off the HQ and assigned somewhere, presumably somewhere awful that I hate, for the next 2 months while the HQ visits the shipyard for her 5 year beauty regime. 

The Proud Owner

 Well, I'm under a week to go and I'm pretty damn tired of being cold. Looking forward to not being here for sure, especially after 5 days with no running water. 

     We got the running water back Friday afternoon, and I immediately jumped in the shower. Despite getting a shower in on Wednesday at the company's office, I was in a high state of grease and grime, or at least it felt like it. Regardless I got a shower in, and did laundry. 

     I'm not a fan of toting around an unwashed ass for extended periods of time. It was nice to have a washed one again. As I'm on my last week, I'm working nights, and we've got something happening every day here, but with a block of free time also for every watch, which has been nice. 

     I was saying to Inappropriately Hot Foreign Wife that every day is the same for the most part, minus the prospect of having water to do dishes and shower, and for the most part that's been true. If it weren't for the water issue, and it being butt-ass cold, I'd be in Groundhog Day mode. 

Camping out on the HQ

 Well, we lost running water aboard 24 hours ago. My schedule's all cattywampus as I'm going home in a week and it's my turn to work nights, sadly right in the middle of a cold spell that froze our water tank. 

    I'd filled up some cooking pots and water storage jugs, so we do have water in limited supply. The galley sink's taps have been replaced with a ketchup squeeze bottle, and we're cooking simplified meals thst don't require boiling water.  Also, we're a 10 minute walk to the office right now, so rather than toting around an unwashed ass the next few days, we can shower at the office at least for today, and I have baby wipes and can always heat up a quart of water for a birdbath when we're under way. 

         'I'll work on boats,' I said. 'It'll be fun' I said.

      

Winter ops

 With January here, the weather has been seasonably cold. Whether it's age, the mild fall, my living in Florida now, or the ridiculous amount of daily wind we've gotten, the cold bothers me a lot more than I remember it doing in the past.

       It's seasonably cold too. Not unreasonably so.  

          Like you might expect, winter ops require us to account for the cold.  We have electrical heating elements in our hydraulic tank, in the oil sumps of the engine blocks on our cargo pumps, even in our drinking water tank, which is slung under the house on the HQ. There is heat trace tape on the water drains from the house thst run to the gray and black water tanks underdeck, which also have heater elements in them to prevent freezing.

       They mostly work. Mostly. 

      Our potable water tank and the piping is insulated with a layer of rockwool with a waterproof cover... but the HQ is now 20 years old, and just 2 months away from an extensive shipyard period. We will soon take her out of service for about 10 weeks to see her into her 3rd and final decade of service. 

 But I digress... the 20-year old waterproofing of the water tank insulation has been phoning it in for the past 3 years. The insulation is very absorbant and VERY saturated, so our clean water is pretty much surrounded by ice, and there's a section on either side of the bulkhead connection for the water intake going to the house that can't be accessed and isn't insulated. Long story short, our water freezes up on really cold days.  A week and a half ago we went 2 1/2 days without running water. No washing dishes, no showering...   the inside of the house smelled like old hot dog water on the last day. It was unpleasant.  

      Now, the heating element in the water tank works well. Really, reallly well. Too well. It takes about 48 hours but once it's at temp, there is no cold water. Only scalding hot water that would cook a lobster. In fact, the water is warmer than the water in our water heater, which has an anti-scald thing. 

 Feast or famine.  The hot 'cold' water has allowed us to keep the taps on until it gets under 24 degrees or so for 12+ hours. In addition to this we point an electric heater at the bulkhead fitting where the water pipe enters the house, and let the taps drip to keep water moving, which is why we've only lost water twice this winter so far.

      On the upside, as we're not fans of poor hygeine, we live each day as though we won't have water the next, so it's always tidy inside and there's no temptation to go to bed without showering.  

       Using baby wipes for the morning ablutions isn't awesome, but neither is crapping in a 5-gallon bucket in the generator room. Peeing over the side is what it is, a pleasant experience except for the cold and the risk of a blowback or updraft from the wind. 

    Yesterday was halfway day. I go home in 2 weeks for 2 weeks.  By the time I come back it will be mid-February and the last tour of the true deep winter.    

The International Language

 

 

  In the American bunkering world, foreign mariners can be separated (wrongly) into three ethnic groups. Filipinos, Russians and Indians.

 

  Doesn’t matter what you are, you’re going in one of those groups. I guess Americans don't get in there, but I mean except for areas around Norfolk and San Diego, with their naval fleets, we see American ships like once a year, so our own people can be ignored here.

 

  Yeah, Filipinos, Russians and Indians.

 

 Norwegian? Russian.

 Ukrainian? Russian (Boy isn’t that a fun one, when some dipshit deckhand calls them that).

 Danish? Russian.

French? Russian. (CMA CGM, a French company, usually has a French chief engineer).

 

 Everyone else is a Filipino or an Indian.

 

  For the most part this is not a big problem. The Chinese ships don’t have anyone aboard who speaks English, so it’s not like they get insulted. One Chinese company hired a Chinese-American, a pharmacist in fact, to handle bunkering operations on their ships in NY, what with his language skills, high IQ and charm. Great guy. He is famous and beloved, because at the beginning of every bunker operation he gives the tankermen a box of cookies. Obviously he is treasured and valued, receiving for about $4 worth of cookies the admiration, cooperation and exquisite politeness than only a group of men deprived of many of life’s little joys available to their peers would give a man who gives them cookies when he doesn’t have to.

 

 

  last week I had an attentive young Ordianary Seaman aboard, a tugboater who has just gotten out of training, there to be the tug captain’s eyes and ears and talk us alongside the ship. Whoever trained the kid did it well, as he was one of the ones who ‘gets it’ from the get go- listening more and talking less, but aware that his job is to tell the captain everything that the captain needs to know that distance and parallax error makes hard to see, all the while incorporating my advice and observations while using his own understanding to get us in position for bunkering.

 

  As the kid was obviously interested and willing to learn, I got to talk to him along the way about the value of politeness, and respect and cooperation. He laughed but listened when I talked about being nice to the ship’s deck gang when they were taking our lines, knowing that if we piss them off enough, they’ll try to throw something at our heads, which is not difficult to do when you’re 40 feet up and almost directly overhead.

 

  I was also able to share a warning about cultural sensitivity- not calling every white guy a Russian when he might not be, and when he might be worried that his family is being killed by Russians back home, for example, or making jokes about Filipinos’ good yet heavily accented English when you only speak one fucking language yourself.

 

  I had actually met the kid the day before, when I bunkered one of the Orange Juice tankers that run between here and Brazil. I was talking with the Russ...er Eastern European engineer, and we switched into Portuguese, as we both learned it for the same reason- to talk to good-looking Brazilian women. Me, with Inappropriately Hot Foreign Wife, and the engineer with the local girls in Santos and Santa Catarina.

  Me, never passing up an opportunity to be both crude and humorous, on the kid’s asking me: What he hell langauge is that? Spanish? How’d you learn Spanish so good?”

  Me: “No, Portuguese. Ya’ gotta speak it if you wanna bang a Brazilian girl. This ship is homeported in Brazil.”

  The kid: “Oh, OK. Did you work for these guys before?”

  Me: “Naw, Brazil came to me. I met my wife here.” Light dawned on the kid then, as to why a random middle aged and very white tankerman could rattle away 12 to the dozen talking foreign.

  The engineer (Ukranian, turns out), smiling:” Yas, is good spik Porchuguses. . The girls is very nice, very pretty!”

            I mean, I'm living proof that even the laziest American can pick up a 2nd language if properly motivated. 

 

Interesting times and the Brazil house update

 This is a good time for me to be able to put my head down and keep my eyes in the boat, focus on the things within arms' reach.

     The world's gone pretty wild of late. I do wish I wasn't working NY harbor, this place being both awful to be in and also a target for trouble, but so it goes.  Barring TEOTWAWKI, I'm just trying to keep my blood pressure down. Taking care of the things within my own hull, and leaving the rest of the world to those more submerged in it. 

     So, the Brazil house we're building/rebuilding.   Here's a photo of the state of things as of 1/1/25:

         We've got a lawyer on the job, a new architectural engineer and have hired a stonemason. Some serious negligence was going on- the house being brick, and mortar with non-loadbearing walls made of cast hollow brick overcoated with mortar, and load-bearing walls with brick, rebar and concrete, we discovered that not only had the contractor NOT run electrical service to the house past the front gate at the street, he allowed the pool to be built without being plumbed, and the well to be dug without performing soil testing- we are VERY fortunate that the well didn't destabilize the soil in the yard, AND that the soil testing he didn't do, turns out to be adequate for bearing construction. Since no plans, permits or engineering drawings were submitted to city hallf, we have to deal with that, which the local sherriff says is manageable given that we're filing suit for it, and is a bit of a smoking gun, as I wired a shit ton of money for permitting and engineering seperately to fhe builder, which he obviously pocketed.

              There's more for sure; not worth dwelling on.  The architectural engineer did all the testing, new drawings and site plan, and an assessment of construction carried out, the cost of unfucking the mistakes, and a report summarizing everything for the lawyer. 

   We're in the 6 figures in US dollar terms of sheer loss. Might get some back. Inappropriately Hot Foreign wife and I agree that even if a lawsuit is a Pyrrhic victory, we're gonna pursue it.

     In the meanwhile, the stonemason is starting the unfucking, and working with the architect and electrician to wire the house and make it weathertight. After that construction will continue at a very slow pace.