The moon lies, there are no hot croissants here

when i was a kid i could not tell if a moon was increasing or
decreasing till i met this french guy who told me "Marco', ze moon
always lies" - what? - "ze moon always lies, if she is shaped like ze
morning croissant, you zink she is croissant, increasing, pas de tout
marco! she lies, she is de-croissant, when she is shaped like a D, you
zink she is decreasing, pas de tout, elle est croissant, increasing!"

so here we are sailing under a filling moon, clear sky, magic night.
Earlier i had the first clear sign that we are approaching america:
after the front came through the sky broke into little white and gray
puffy clouds, the sky was exactly that of the opening of the TV Cartoon
Series The Simpson, so we must be near Springfield. I've been on deck on
the lookout for the rising columns of vapour coming from the nuclear
plant coolers, but they must be just over the horizon still, just over,
keep going west...

by the way, so much for complaining about no wind, at the WGLC in
Houston, the Wind Generation Ccenter for Leasure Crafts, they must have
received simultaneusly letters from me, Mervyn, Bart and other competitors
and they are sending a gale with up to 40 knots of wind, in 36 to 48
hours, they are not sure who exactly they will send it to, whether towards
the front or the back of the fleet... or perhaps just sweeping and moving
across with a more socialist and less exclusivist gale over the whole
fleet. so tomorrow i'll keep an eye on the grib and if confirmed i'll
start my hurricane winds preparations on the boat, first of all i need to
find some mangroves. "Hey moon, any mangroves around here, do you know?" -
"Right ahead you're saying, for 260, excellent, many thanks, you look, i
dont know, 'swell' tonight, putting on weight? it must be all those
croissants..."

g-night.

Lat:45.15N
Lon:39.26W

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