Sufficient Unto the Day Is the Evil There Of

Favorite quotes? There is a tale behind how I got many of the Biblical quotes you might here me saying. These verbal seasonings came from coastal Maine.
I was frequently the recipient of lectures from my then father-in-law – the Cap’n. These sayings were used as capstones on discussions as though just saying ” sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof” was enough proof that whatever I had suggested was sheer idiocy and the utterances of the Cap’n Gospel. It seemed as though I could never win an argument or discussion. He spouted them with a sort of mundane ease that made them almost a part of speech.

By and large, it was the Cap’n making the pronouncements. But, they could slip out of the mouths of my first wife, who was a faithful daughter, my mother-in-law, or another family member.
Soon, I absorbed and began to use these sayings too. No longer a tyro, I could spout, “The harvest is past, the summer ended, and we are not saved,” along with the best of them. So here is a little story about how things turned out one spring, and about how I turned the quoting tables back on the Cap’n.

Spring On the Coast

Spring on the coast was time to haul Cap’ns 34-foot ketch, Psyche. An older wooden boat that was always behind in maintenance. Like many of us, confidence can spread into areas beyond our abilities. The Cap’n “knew” everything about seamanship. But, he had some dubious ideas on boat repair.
I’d seen him drive caulk into the leaking planks of a clinker-built hull that needed refastening; the caulk rapidly opened the seam wider. That and other mistakes lead me to question his grip on boat repair.

One spring, it came to a head when we hauled Psyche out for repairs. There wasn’t a ripple on the cove that morning, and the water was like a sheet of glass. As the designated yard monkey I got to scraping the bottom right away while the Cap’n and the boatyard owner inspected the hull. The Cap’n was alerted that a through-the-hull fitting needed replacement, and he decided that this was a job we could handle. So off we went in a hectic search for a replacement.

Our search sent us to all the marine part stores in the area before winding up at his favored marine salvage. He found the right mixture of availability and price in a used, through the hull fitting that fit his budget and mindset.
I balked. While not old enough to have been used by Noah, it certainly looked to be of 1940’s vintage. Nevertheless, the Cap’n insisted that it was good enough for a few years of service. Considering his answer, I thought about the cold waters off Sequin that we frequented. The faulty marine radio that you had to slap to get it to work and the family’s safety on cruises.
So, considering all this, I readied my response to the Captain in Biblical terms he so frequently used: “Well, You can sin in haste, and repent at leisure then.”
Yes, there were repercussions for my impertinence, but the sour look on his face was worth it all, and we bought a brand new fitting.