I am now making feeble attempts at making this a livable boat. There is crap stuffed everywhere. I must use it or lose it. I filled the water boxes; the starboard one promptly leaked it all out. Another something to fix. The dream is now a reality and all I see is more work. I sold the big fridge and bought a smaller one. Mostly I did little this week, as I'm in the great unwind.
Now I am confronted with the problem of "What Next?". I do not wish to write a Rub-Your-Nose-In-It blog about the joys of living a lifestyle different from yours with pictures of sunsets and dolphins (yuck). After attempting to read a few of those blogs/vlogs, I had to take stomach medication for nausea. I do not wish to write a travelogue. I do not wish to spew pop philosophy at you brought on by the insanity of inactivity. Maybe I already did that. I do not wish to write for the sake of writing. God knows I don't want to be an inspiration to others trapped by their dreams, so it must end. It's time to say "Good Bye",
Maybe, like Tinkerbell dying, if you clap your hands.................................
Chuck!