Penny

At anchor Talcahuano
Wind: light, variable
Weather: Mostly sunny, mild

Today was a quiet day, the sun shone, a light breeze blew from the south. Sunday and a holiday. After breakfast I broke out the varnish pot, sanded and cleaned the remaining cockpit seat which I had not finished in Puerto Montt and gave it a couple of coats.

In the afternoon I went ashore for a leg stretch. Ambled to the town plaza, sat on a bench and read my book in the sun for a while, strolled back to a restaurant overlooking the bay, had a beer, then returned on board for dinner.

All is well.

 

Bob Cat:

Today I learned of the passing of one of my feline brethren, Penny, the long time companion of the skipper’s niece. While I know not this undoubted gracious creature the skipper and I celebrated her life at the family’s request with a sating repast of tuna. Thank you Penny.

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou are not soe,
For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee;
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with Poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well.
And better then thy stroake; why swells’t thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, death, thou shalt die.

John Donne

 

To rest and sleepe, much pleasure … zzzzzzzzzzzz