"We had to get a new horn after the bracket broke while Cap was removing an old bee's nest; and while working on that he accidentally broke off the antenna right above it, but said it was pretty well shot already. It must not have been important because he replaced it with the dolphin sculpture he brought along; our new masthead."
"Had to get a new water pump for the bottled water tank. The Survey said it held 40 gallons, so Cap got the Culligan Man to deliver eight 5 gallon containers to the dock. Much to his disappointment it only holds 15 gallons, so we have 5 jugs on the back deck. The ice maker can only crank out so many ice cubes, but we'll use the water, someday."
"Chester sold us a bunch of ropes, lines - says we can never have enough. There's a correct way to tie the boat to save using those bumper things; a sure sign, he says, of amateurs. We've got 3 more weeks with Chester and can't say enough how fortunate we are that he's taken us under his wing. We would have been lost.
"Not a bad life. It's very easy to forget what's going on in the rest of the world. Certainly been getting my exercise going back and forth to the car, and walking Czar. Cap wanted a slip that would be easy to drive in so we're at the very end of the dock. At least we hit pilings instead of boats while we practice pulling in and out."
"I washed the boat for the first time, tripping over cords, mops and buckets while trying to hose everything off. I was happy with the way things looked."And proud after Chester complimented my organization, adding, "You don't want to look like liveaboards."
"Czar's taken to munching on the wood - first the bottom stair, then railings, hand-holds - have to keep an eye on him. Muzzle's not a nice thought, but I hate trying to keep this place halfway decent, then he goes around tearing it up, making it look like shit. I hope I take to this, considering all we've gone through to get to this point."
"God, I love mornings, being outside, having coffee, peaceful rolling of the boat." I'm an early riser and my favorite times were before anyone or anything stirred. I'd plan my day and contemplate my surroundings, but too much thinking can be detrimental.
"The boat. I think it's starting to sink in that this isn't just an extended vacation - this is where I live."But things weren't shaping up quite the way I'd anticipated and I began to cry for the fleshpots of Egypt; and wondered why I resembled the women in splashy yacht ads not at all.
"Sometimes I feel one step removed from street people; comfortable bums is the term I'd have to use at this point. I don't want to think maybe once we're underway because that's just living in the future and not the present."I suspect my personality was splitting at this time because I was flip-flopping in my moods; simultaneously griping and loving the lifestyle, or at least what I expected to become our lifestyle. I enjoyed meeting people with their own stories of abandoning conventional lives to become liveaboards. We weren't crazy...other people do this, too. In that respect I relaxed more; but those who ventured outside the marina loved to top one another with sea-going tales of terror, and the more I heard the more I wanted to stay put.
"This f____g boat!"
Cap, ever calm, pointed to our neighbor on his new 50' trawler, Toys We Got, frantically placing garbage bags over his front hatch, swearing about his f'ing boat.
"See, all boats leak."
To read from Chapter 1: A Rough Start