Two Weeks
02 April 2013
Two Weeks
April 2, 2013
Having survived April fool’s day, we are now in the countdown for real. I finished the kitchen remodel project and once again I wonder why I get myself into that stuff. It is time to start decommissioning stuff around the house, put all the tools back that I will not be using for some time and start unplugging things. It’s the same as decommissioning a boat only more things are involved. Coming home embodies the old saying that life will expand to fill the space and it is never more demonstrated than when we come back to land. Soon we will recompress into spaces about ten times smaller than our home. It moves all the time and there are very few square spaces. To an engineering mind that can be a mental challenge. Then again, boat spaces are functional and there is very little wasted space.
The loading of the MSU starts this week with the first few things. We load stuff as we think of it and save the go box for last. By the time we leave, the MSU will be full or nearly so. Every trip around the house from now until we leave will see us doing something to advance the loading. Don’t walk past the MSU without taking something to put in it. Oh, by the way, don’t forget to unplug that charger and put it in the go box. You get the idea. We seeded our yards last fall with native wild flowers. Spring rains are nearly non-existent so we will not get to see the display if it comes. Hopefully they will help keep the nasty obnoxious weeds at bay until we return. We do not know when that will be.
We need new post Sandy charts and some outboard parts but will get them on the boat end. We are now too late to order stuff for delivery here. So, we start paying attention to weather again and we start to think of boat stuff. Gee, I wonder what we will do with the 19 liters of vodka we used to winterize the boat. Cheap swill will not make good recreational beverages unless----------- Humh, might it be time to host pot luck? Then again, maybe our boat troll, Little Prick, might have taken to the drink and pickled his miserable liver by now. That would be way cool but only if his demise took place ashore. To those whom we have met “out there” we look forward to joining you once again. Don’t worry if we have a stupid permanent grin on our mugs. Sea ya soon!
PS: A very funny coincidence took place yesterday. The crew of M/V Safari, whom we have known for many years are in Marathon, Fl. (the Keys). While walking the dock, Robert was stopped by a person on a sailboat who asked if Boomer (their Schnauzer security chief) has a friend named Scurv (our security chief who looks like his clone). Wow, thinks he. How did she know? Seems she is a subscriber to Cruising Outpost magazine where she read about Scurv, ABSD. I mentioned Boomer there. She gave Robert the article. That sort of demonstrates one of the many things we like about cruising. It is a very small world.
Tugging at the leash here.