I hang around the boat yard and people stop buy and chat. It seems that in the first ten minutes of conversation people unload their tales of life whether I want to hear it not. I attempt a sidle. They scooch. I end up stuck, trapped against the hull, listening nodding and smiling. I have learned through this blog that very few people read it and fewer yet understand it. I get a lot more response from the video channel. This is sad. My videos are crap.
I'm working on things that bother me. You know, things that you didn't do quite right and they sit there staring blatantly at you. I am very close to making the space livable. My new home, a space that caters to my needs, a place that I feel comfortable. The galley, cockpit and master cabin will be my nucleus. I wish to make few compromises to gain that fleeting moment of sailing perfection. Most of the time I will be living a normal life. I want to cook, read comfortably, watch trashy videos (those cute piano playing cats), listen to music, poop in comfort, and make stuff.
This boat would be nothing without Budge and Ben. I didn't build it alone. I couldn't. Their craziness dragged me into this entity of boats and blogs, mice and men, dreams and reality (the former is better than the latter). To build one of these, you need help!
Oh, and speaking of crap, I present: This Week's Blog!
If it looks like I didn't do much, it's because I didn't do much, I lost a couple days waiting for the car door window regulator to get fixed. It rained a bit on Saturday, so I quit.
I also spent a lot of time stowing and re-stowing stuff around the boat. Each day it gets better. I don't take pictures of crap stowed. This is not something that photographs well. Oh well neither do I.