December 7 Monday Day 19
When the wind is so modest that we run the motor, it is time to take the opportunity to
mend sails. We have two sails on a roll. Jib sail and inner staysail. Both have so called "sacrifice cloth" which is made of different material than the sail - it's the
piece which is exposed when the sail is rolled up. The sun takes a mean toll,
especially of the threads where the clothis sewn on. Seams are bursting,
flutterin in tatters. I made an effort with tape, needle and thread in
Papeete, and today we go again. I have been at it a few hours now,
taping sewing and patching. It reminds me of the endless job of
darning, patching and mending Y 's favourite rag doll that just had to
survive childhood. Every night when she had done her day's duty and Y was asleep, I went
down and got the rag doll to repair a broken cheek or nose. Gullefin
survived.
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