I make two bank deposits in person on work payday. The second deposit I don’t change my street address. Thus, I maintain my bank accounts while the identity theft group is arrested at a later date. I also recommend reading a book on identity theft. Recovering from identity theft is a great business except most people could do this themselves instead of hiring a lawyer and finance company.

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Martial law camps being built here in our country could also be seized from the UN and used as state militia training camps. Each state can legally do this because the UN military hasn’t been allowed to control our country yet. I’m going to work on this more.

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Since I’m white,39, and not angry all the time, I get the Ebony magazine. I don’t understand why this magazine selects african americans to only sell magazines and not do more inspirational stories on african americans who make a difference on an average citizen in this country- for any skin colored person. I did cancel my “National Enquirer” subscription because too many negative stories about elected and non elected politicians for a separate reason.

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was given to the law enforcement could be used against me in a federal courtroom, yet since if I was arrested; the local party would redeem me, and I would be released because the created evidence is only meant to confuse law enforcement and attempt to get me arrested. Since I did conspiracy research, somehow created evidence was created to connect me to a hate group. Strange thing is our government has hired hate groups to cause chaos and terrorist strikes to usher in martial law. I finally need to explain this clearly.

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Conspiracy research has helped me why our stock market is decreasing per day as much when our stock market increase years ago. Financial chaos is pre martial law plans from the globalists who want the United Nations to control the world as the world’s government/military. After and during financial chaos, United Nations want countries to have riots and unrest to the point that countries will want the UN military to control their country. UN military have a very bad and horrific track record. Ever wonder why not one person asks a UN employee where donated money goes to the United Nations? They will start behaving like a political candidate on a powertrip.

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Thursday, 2nd Octobber, 2008
Rouen: cast off 08.09
127 kilometres.
Le Havre: moored 18.30
We arose early in order to leave soon after dalight as the journey ahead of us was so long. There is really nowhere for pleasure craft to moor between Rouen and the end of the Seine.
The harbour master and the skipper of the boat ahead of us appeared when I started the engines. It was an ebb tide which with the river current provided a fast flow from stern to bow. This made springing out the boat easy. The only real hazard was the presence on the river of scullers and their accompanying safety boats. Anyway with the encouragement of Anne they kept out of our way. There was nothing for the two men on the pontoon to do. Charlie Dee turned easily in the river (thanks to having two working engines) and we headed upstream until getting through the bridge when we turned again and set out on our long jaunt down stream.
The weather was a mixture of heavy rain and bright sunshine. I was glad of our spinning windscreen which works well even though the view through it is quite limited.
The first part of the run was with the ebb tide and current and was fast. At some point the tide turned into a flood but when, I was unsure. I just noticed that our speed over the ground had dropped even though the engine revs had not been changed.
It was when we had gone under the splendid Normandy bridge that spans the Seine that the waves began to mount. It seemed to take a long time to go from one buoy to the next and as the Seine bay opened out conditions deteriorated. I had prepared a passage plan but we lost our way after buoy number 4. Meanwhile Charlie Dee was bashing her way over the waves and into the troughs. We were taking solid water over the bow. Taking some speed off helped a bit but the waves were larger and steeper than we had anticipated.
We eventually found a west cardinal buoy called TX, but that did not appear on our chart. Nevertheless I decided to go east to pick up the channel leading to Le Havre port. The only problem with this was that it put us broadside to the waves and Charlie Dee rolled horribly. There were lots of crashing sounds from inside the boat but both Anne and I were unable to leave our seats in the wheelhouse. Anne was feeling distinctly mal de mer and clutching a bucket. I was hanging onto the wheel trying to keep the ship on course. In order to stop being broadside to the waves but stll go east I adopted a tacking course varying between about NE and SE. There were a couple of large commercial ships also making their way toward Le Havre. I should normally have been cautious about the waves from their passage but in those seas it was irrelevant. We gave way to them and then followed them at a distance along the channel. Le Havre has excellent leading lights. They were instantly recognisable. Brilliant in every way!
We were exceedingly glad to get into the harbour and round to the marina where the sea was much quieter. A Dutchman from a moored boat ran along the pontoon to take our lines. Anne was particularly grateful to him because he knew what he was doing. We were soon made fast. Anne, brave girl, went below to face the chaos. I finished securing the boat and sorted out the fore deck. How the dinghy had not been lost overboard was a bit of a miracle. I made my way to check in at the marina office but by then it was closed.
Meanwhile Anne sorted below decks where most things were on the floor. The door had detached itself from the fridge and dumped its contents. The eggs went neatly into the cutlery drawer wich had slid out from under the hob. The milk and juice cartons were on the floor but not leaking. My laptop computer, which at one point I had seen teetering on the edge of the desk, was among a jumble of belongsings on the floor. Amazingly the eggs, Anne’s favourite bone china mug and a small white dish were the only things that were broken. All the glasses that were kept on the shelf behind the sink had finished on the floor but were unscathed. The saucepan of soup that had been on the hob had stayed there unspilt. I managed in the course of the evening to reattach the door to the fridge.
There were a lot of learning curves for us. We had forgotten how difficult even dangerous the sea can be and we had prepared insufficiently.
However, at all times I was confident of Charlie Dee’s sea worthiness. She is a sturdy, solid boat.
Now we await more calm conditions for our bid to cross the English Channel.
Barrie

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Saturday, 27th September, 2008
Tournedos-sur-Seine: weighed anchor 10.29
44.5 kilometres, 1 lock.
Rouen: moored 15.09
My inspection of the port engine filter in the morning showed it to be full of sticks and mud packed tightly. This plug I cleared, but when I started the engine again there was still no raw water output. Clearly I was stuck coping with one engine until I could get it sorted in Rouen.
We weighed anchor and I sucked Charlie Dee backwards out of her grounding using the starboard engine. However, as we came free I checked the raw water output from the starboard engine. It’s called learning from experience. There was raw water but in insufficient quantity for my liking. We got the anchor down pronto. The technical term is “laying one’s anchor”. We dropped it and let out lots of chain until it stopped dragging in the current. Thoughts about what to do with a boat on a fast flowing river without any engines flickered through my mind.
I went below and looked at the starboard engine filter. It was full of reed, which I cleared. Restarted the engine and ….. it worked. If there is a deity, He, She or It had my thanks. At least we still had one working engine - albeit with a gear shift cable which had been cobbled together at Peronne but was still working.
We were somewhat delayed getting into the first and only lock of the day, which with only one engine was a bit of a pain. I could only cope by circling in the river, but eventually we got in only to lose a fender and part of a toe rail, which I retrieved from the water. It was turning out to be one of those days.
The run down the river toward Rouen was uneventful and we were fortunate in our timing. We arrived just at the end of the flood tide so were able to go straight to a berth. Ten minutes later the ebb tide was pouring past the boat.
The harbour master on enquiring how long we wished to stay, was disconcerted when I mentioned Wednesday. My reckoning was if I needed help I could get that on Monday or Tuesday, with luck, and be able to get away early on Wednesday. He mentioned another boat coming in on Tuesday or Wednesday which would be coming to our spot. I offered to move if necessary, providing the tide was slack, but he went away and then returned saing we could stay until Tuesday or Wednesday “maximum”.

Sunday, 28th September, 2008
Rouen, France.
I opened the port engine raw water pump in the morning (when the engine room had had a chance to cool) and discovered a damaged impeller. Well, I could probably fix that myself, but first I needed a replacement.
Meanwhile, Anne did the tourist bit in Rouen. She visited the Joan of Arc and the great clock museums. Rouen has some very old streets with half-timbered houses. She also found an internet centre, which I visited in the evening and downloaded some of our beloved BBC podcasts. On the way I visited the site of the nearest chandler. There was a notice on the closed gate giving its opening times. It was closed every Monday. There was another special notice saying that for stock-taking purposes the chandler was going to be closed this coming Tuesday.
On my return to the marina the entrance gate was firmly locked but the next gate, for vehicular traffic, although also locked was easily scaled.

Monday, 29th September, 2008
Rouen, France.
My first priority was to visit the other chandler in Rouen. This one had no notice about when it was open, but it was firmly shut.
Anne and I visited the Fine Arts Museum ad spent about four hours there: Velasquez, Caravagio, Monet, Renoir and Sisley and some delightful Dutch interiors. We also found a painting by Lebrun, one of our favourite artists. Pity they did not have a postcard of this to add to our collection. Lunch at the gallery was tasty and reasonable.
The afternoon was spent at the Cathedral, the nave of which soared splendidly above us.

Tuesday, 30th September, 2008
Rouen, France
We woke to a misty rain which continued all day with heavier rain in the afternoon.
I went to the distant chandler and ordered a replacement impeller, (well three actually), which the helpful assistant said would be delivered by ten o’clock the next day.
We spent the rest of the day doing jobs round the boat and preparing for the coming trip across the Seine bay into Le Havre port.
In the evening the harbour master came round enquiring when we might be leaving. I explained again about the faulty engine and showed him the damaged impeller. He already knew that the local chandler had been closed since we arrived. I said we should be able to leave on Thursday. He accepted that change of plan with equanimity. Perhaps the big boat’s arrival had been delayed.

Wednesday, 1st October, 2008
Rouen, France.
The new impellers were at the chandlers. Although the angle was awkward the impeller went in more easily than I had feared and I managed to replace all six screws in the end plate without dropping any into the bilge. It was a close thing a couple of times so I lay a cloth below the work in the hope that if any did fall they would be caught. I expect had I not taken that precaution I should have dropped one. I started the engine and there was that dreadful pause when nothing happened. Presumably, the system was filling with water again. Then came that familiar and reassuring gush of raw water from the exhaust. It worked!
In the afternoon I frequented the internet centre again and called at the local chandler, whose stock I trust was all in order. I found a chart of Le Havre entrance and bought a box of red flares, red parachute flares and two orange smoke canisters.
Anne bought in supplies and set about stowing some contents ready for tomorrow’s trip.
Barrie

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Friday, 26th September, 2008
Port de l’Ilon: cast off 11.30
18.3 kilometres, 3 locks.
Tournedos-sur-Seine: anchored 18.45
Before we left we topped up the tanks with 794 litres of diesel at great expense. We delighted once again in the picturesque scene as we made our departure. All went well with the journey until we tried to moor in Les Andelys port de plaisance, where we had moored with our catamarran years previously. It was tricky getting into the narrow harbour with the river current flowing briskly across the entrance. So I was a bit preoccupied. Meanwhile Anne was trying to read a notice on the outer harbour wall which was almost completely obscured by growing foliage. Charlie Dee came to a halt. We were aground. I had to put both engines hard into reverse to get us out. While I was doing this Anne manged to read the notice: “Attention 0.6 metres”.
We had just set off down the river again looking for somewhere else to spend the night when I noticed more exhaust than usual coming from the port engine. I checked the cooling water output. There was none. The engine temperature had reached 100 degrees C. I had to stop the engine and hope that no damage had been done. But now where to stay over night? We looked at the next yacht harbour but doubted that it was deep enough. The following one on the chart we could not find at all. We were now getting near the last lock on the Seine below which was the tidal part of the river. If possible I wanted to avoid this with only one engine.
It was getting a bit late. Then we saw a little cove at the side of the river, out of the buoyed channel. It looked as if the depth might be suitable for anchoring. It is what we did, getting the anchor down just before Charlie Dee grounded again.
The engine room was too hot for me to work in comfort so I postponed the examination of the port engine until the morning.
Barrie

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An average day where I work part time janitor has been interesting. I use pumice stone to clean sink and toilet of hard water deposits. This week, I am finding feathers from some native american curse that ended up in with the boiled chicken bone from a voodoo doctor who must need more comedy in his life. I’ve been working as a part time janitor off and on since June 1995. I started writing down my job tasks in a time sheet that is used by mechanics. This also helps me stay focused as a janitor. I do change how I clean something. I also mix ammonia and water and clean bathroom door knobs after I clean bathrooms. I’m still weeding the parking lot and adjacent sidewalks. I’ve built stepstools that have held up under snowblades on private trucks. I’m not threatened losing my job since many individuals want paychecks but don’t want to work for the paycheck. I also use this part time job to pay on my repo caddalic escalade bill or my mental ward bill. I plan to pay this bill myself, and right now the account is $19,060. I also use my janitor job to brainstorm solutions.
My advice about getting part time job and recovering from mental illness is make sure who hired you knows your mentally ill yet also knows your getting counseling and meds to recover. Many mentally ill get fired because they don’t tell their boss they are mentally ill.
Volunteering has also helped me recover from schizophrenia. I stay positive when I should be complaining.

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If you are lied to about my situation, then the same persons probably lied to law enforcement,too. I plan to wait for these individuals to be arrested, then they will be the international booty call for the prison they are locked in. I mention international booty call since my sad situation was used to bring women from all over the planet, yet I didn’t meet these women. I apologize if I offended any women tourists, but these local punks don’t respect you.

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