Step 44: Universal Joint to Push Tiller
A few wraps around the two sticks, and then a few wraps around those wraps to make a sort of ball.
I don't try to drive too close to my canoe. My truck stays on the tire tracks on the beach this time.
I don't want to have to get un-stuck.
There are some Hawaiian canoes parked on the beach there. That's always a sign of a good place. A paddling club. I like the look of this little one. There's a crafty wheeled dolly on one of the solo canoes.
I went to the public library to check my email. There was nothing I needed to deal with. There was jug band music playing on speakers in the library. I walked to another room. The music continued to play at the same volume. That's all wrong. I walked up to a reference librarian and asked "This is kind of a strange question, but is there any music playing in the library right now?" "That's quite all right" , he said, "But no, there isn't.". I was hallucinating from exhaustion. It was an air conditioner or something that my brain was tuning in as music. I went to the beach to take a nap. Every ventilation system I passed was playing that same catchy jug-band tune. Damn. It could be worse, that was kind of a nice piece of music. I laid down on the beach and put a towel over my head. I let that song waft me off to sleep while I remembered the glowing dolphins that had gotten me here.